Ianthe hitched a shoulder up in an awkward shrug, even as she continued to wipe idly at the side of her neck with a napkin. Though her grin was a bit broken and dazed, most of her humor had survived the bite.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I'm fine,"</span>she assured him.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"And I'll know better than to make myself a chew-toy for hungry Bulor, next time."</span><br/><br/>By the time Sirius returned with the plates Ianthe's healing genemod had sealed the wound and begun to return some of the color to her cheeks, but she nevertheless grabbed the clear drink and took a few quick swallows before appraising the meal. She poked it experimentally with a fork, wondering of Cat,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Is there a method to this, or do you just kinda... dig in?"</span>She speared the fruit-like flesh with the utensil, and then proceeded to saw at it delicately with a knife.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Sure smells good, and God knows I'm going to need to eat now; I was already starving, and my mods always amp up my appetite even more."</span><br/><br/>After savoring a bite of the entrée, she smiled across at Cat.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"So, listen,"</span>she said, quieter, but affectionately.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"You know that I have to head back offworld, right? As nice as you've been to me, I don't want you to feel like I'm ditching you, is all -- it's just, my life, my job. Kind of vagabond-y."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>