Vyk advanced, slowly and carefully to take the ration. Quickly retreating to her former location, she mumbled out a thanks, starting to eat the bar. Whenever her gaze fell over the gear who had gifted the food, it softened slightly. At the very least, one gear had dulled the hate she had for them.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">This place isn't safe, the Locust saw your bird crash, and me run here. Why the fuck are you all here anyway? There is absolutely nothing of value you all can get that isn't claimed.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>