Meadowlark Prairie have you seen the blossoms?

Are you thick? Zhenya questions with a bit more animosity than she had intended. With no apology uttered and a simple wrinkle of her nose, she continues with a breath, This is my home. It isn't much, though she is only one woman, and this is temporary, anyway. She goes to sit but winces and releases a small whine as her weight is accidentally placed on her wounded forearm. Zhenya bends her head to examine the wound, though quickly snaps back up to keep an eye on the creature before her. Ikari. I feel as though I've heard that before.