Jynx took a longer draw on her drink, letting it cool her down, letting her focus a little. She never was much for talking.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"I, uh... it's fine, really. Life finds a way in the wasteland, y'know? And... and sometimes, not everyone understands the way its forced to make."</span>Maybe a little cryptic but it was the best she had for now. Chances are, Becca could never understand her hunger. It takes a couple weeks on nothing but pond scum to truly comprehend starvation, the emptiness that you realize will be the death of you. When it finally comes together.<br/><br/>Of course, the pink-haired girl knew what she did was unacceptable. Knew that she had become feral and rabid, a bloodthirsty girl alone in a desert that had twisted any semblance of humanity out of her. She knew what she must seem like to Becca. And if she saw what the young mechanic saw, she'd want to run away too.<br/><br/>She took another drink of her Ty-Ku Poison, not even hissing or wincing as the alcohol poured down her throat, ragged from breathing in so much Mojave sand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>