<strong>Name:</strong>Ka'yara<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dirge Guard Break Room<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maxwell<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Hellooo, Maxwell," a soft voice practically sang, sounding practiced and guided, yet with a natural friendliness to it. The relatively new redheaded recruit smiled as she invited herself to the Fenrir's table, taking a seat across from him to watch him it. The process of eating always fascinated her, even though she occasionally had to do it to keep her vessel properly fueled. It was strange that beings of matter should have to consume other matter (sometimes even matter from other beings!) to keep themselves alive and moving. The way she saw, if a matter creature consumed more matter it should increase in size due to the intake, yet she only saw this in a few cases of what she heard was called "fatness," and this seemed to be an undesirable result for most of these people. Maxwell was probably the most intriguing of these cases, which was probably why she insisted on befriending him; how could he continue to consume practically his own body weight day after day after day in "food," and yet still remain the same relative shape and size? It was a mystery she would perhaps never figure out. Of course, people kept explaining that the matter is converted into energy inside the body, but she didn't see Maxwell giving off an light and/or radiation, so she remained skeptical.<br/><br/>"You don't have to speak, if you're busy eating. I guess your mission must have gone well, though, if your appetite is so large," she speculated. Again, it wasn't something she really understood on any scientific level, but there was definitely a correlation between the Fenrir completing a mission and him coming back to stuff his face.