Uh- [She frowns, looking momentarily guilty. Unused knives and other cooking implements hang above them. Her hand is so cold, her teeth chatter. The memory rises up, and she fights to kick it back down.]
[With her good hand, she reaches inside her backpack and tosses him a wrapped piece of jerky.] That's all I could find.
[Still, unease remembered, she keeps her distance, unsubtly putting a counter between them. She fiddles with the sink, trying to get the water to turn on.]
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[With her good hand, she reaches inside her backpack and tosses him a wrapped piece of jerky.] That's all I could find.
[Still, unease remembered, she keeps her distance, unsubtly putting a counter between them. She fiddles with the sink, trying to get the water to turn on.]