Shadewood no it damn well doesn't

She caught up effortlessly.
They lurked among the green together, for a bit anyway, before Colt broke the silence with his grating voice. Indra's white ear turned to it attentively before she could help herself, then went back, airplane-mode, before she was too focused on remembering to be worried.
As she opened her mouth to respond, her tongue felt too heavy; plus, Colt was practically tripping over himself trying to apologize. That's how she took it, given that the man wasn't soft-hearted from her recollection, and his apology sounded so alien to her that she didn't know what to do with the sentiment.
Well it did, she snapped, unable to contain the volatility of her emotions. All that time on the road with Gun - Indra was just as useless with understanding herself or the sensations that life forced upon her. She drew an unsteady breath and felt her rage simmering. After a few more steps, when she thought she'd gotten a handle on it, she explained:
Gun found us a place. Weren't much green there, or any good huntin', but she showed me how to -- whats the word? Forage? That was the best approximation she had for dumpster-diving, and beyond that Indra had no way to convey what a human was, or what it was like in the cages when they'd gotten caught; then again, she didn't want to think about that.
Took what we needed'n ran. Worked well enough. Still here. She kicked at some ferns, feeling the satisfaction of some ripping leaves.