Then we're good. Shit goes south and we can blast our way out.

[She gives the blaster a quick glance, a little jealous and a little glad. She's never really liked guns and she liked the way they made her feel holding them even less. But she still envies the boys for that feeling of security keeping one gave.

Girl turns her gaze back to the food.]

I dunno. It sure ain't dog food and smells better than anything I've ever been 'round. And some of it looks familiar. Like, that's some kind of noodle. Just stick to the stuff that we can recognize.