Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

The kid couldn't have been more than six months old, he figured. She was still pretty small—not that he could say anything about that, he was comparing her shape to his too-tall self—but at the same time appeared precocious with the way she spoke. Sugar was a curious name for a kid too, he thought. Was she a sweet-talker? Smart, maybe, and a conversationalist, unlike what Yutani was accustomed to. He was extremely biased about his association with her either way, feeling more mature than her by miles. Still, the girl had the right idea with her offer.

That's smart. Yutani remarks with a slight raise of his brow. If she was hunting for green shit she'd probably fail, but may as well keep tabs on the prey levels. I haven't seen anything yet, and I've been hiking around this place for days now it feels like. Better luck on the beaches. That might've been an attempt to help her out; more like, he was making a slight effort to be social. You live around here then? He quips next, eager for some decent information—and maybe somewhere to nap a while with the chance at free food.