Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

Lucky you, I already ate. She had, at least a little, and her generally finicky stomach was on overdrive. In an hour she might be starving... in two, put off by the mere smell of food. She didn't want to risk it.

No more than usual, she cracked with a grin instead, though she did taste the air experimentally. What was that? You find something interesting while I was out, or is this place just more.. what was the word? Dry? Than usual? That wasn't it. There was some other word for the scent and it was totally escaping her right now.

She took a few slow steps forward, more leisurely than obviously cautious, though she didn't want to screw up anything if he had made changes.