Thunder Dome Fools Rush in

As she spoke he noticed an interesting twang and slur to her works. An experienced accent he thought.

Her standoffish behavior didn't last for long and her prey was pushed in his direction. "Oh no. It's all yours" his response was quick. His rejection was instinctual, not because of the tattered state of the game, but at the thought of depriving even little food from her by consuming it himself. "... I've already eaten" he corrected not wanting to sound rude.

"What brings you out into the storm" he returned.