Liliana kept an unblinking stare on the man when he didn’t offer an immediate negation, and even tilted her head slightly when he spoke of getting the giant some more conventional clothing. By her experience, people often rejected what they didn’t understand; and with good reason, since what they didn’t understand was more likely to kill them than anything else. She supposed a human-looking individual, regardless of size, wasn’t the strangest thing to see up in the snow and anomalies, but fear and misunderstanding bred narrow-mindedness in many people she’d come across. Even back home, if she remembered correctly. It hadn’t made sense to her back then, and the more detached she felt herself become, the less sense it made.<br/><br/>Still, she turned her face away as his own gaze fell back to the child, and pried open the box closest to her. The blonde woman was positive they had stocked some dried meat in here, maybe even some of those weird, hard biscuits. They may not have been the most delicious things, but they kept very well it most conditions and after a few chews, they didn’t taste that different from bread. Unfortunately, the box she had investigated merely contained<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>devices for sharpening and honing the tools used to harvest.<br/><br/>With a deep breath that would have accompanied an eye-roll in any other person, Liliana pushed the box to the floor and dove into another. She paused to watch the behemoth squeeze back through the door (it had always seemed large enough before, but now she wondered if it wasn’t actually smaller than other doorframes). Her dead gaze stayed on him as he dumped his bundle of supplies –if she was curious about the acquisition, it didn’t show- and started breaking apart the shell. At the very first sharp, echoing snap of the exoskeleton, she smelled it- the oily, greasy, acrid smell of reptilian blood, only slightly congealed and on the brink of freshness... it was barely a memory. Her eyes lingered on the shell for a few more seconds, but her empty stare directed smoothly back to the boxes quickly and she continued her investigation.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Finally.</span>This was what she had been searching for. Well, short-term, anyway. A few tins of hard biscuits lined the sides of the inner box and in the middle rested some bundles of poorly-cured leather, no doubt wrapped around some dried meat. She yanked a few strips of it out and snagged a tin, then turned to the little girl that had remained in the room. Liliana was a little surprised (inasmuch as she got surprised by non-near-death experiences) that she hadn’t followed the man into the market. She dropped the tin and long strips of meat on a box near the girl, movements as smooth but mechanical as ever.<span style="font-weight: bold">“This is all still good, if you want it.”</span><br/><br/>Tired. She was really, really tired.<br/><br/>The slim woman walked back towards the giant, then pressed her back against the lockers and sank down into a sit, her hair catching on the metal behind her and streaming down like a weirdly short, blonde waterfall. Dziecko promptly head-butted her palm with the boney plating between his ears, prompting an automatic response to scratch the bristles on his cheeks from the attached fingers. As she absently scratched, she turned to the huge man, eyes half-lidded and seeming sleepy even in their emptiness.<span style="font-weight: bold">“They’re leaving at sunrise, headed west,”</span>she said, quiet but with a purposeful clarity toward the large man. Another crack of shell broke through the room before she continued,<span style="font-weight: bold">“Transportation,”</span>he had mentioned people and a ‘cab’,<span style="font-weight: bold">“and a warehouse.”</span>Liliana paused, even her fingers stilling on the Razorback as her eyes focused more intently on the behemoth’s face. It was almost obvious.<span style="font-weight: bold">“What do you think? Should we go?”</span>