[ Abigail's not alone in trying to eat as quickly as possible out of self-preservation, though just by the look of her Rey has a feeling she would be more successful in fending off possible thieves.
Her mouth upturns into a smile, but it's joyless. Grim. ] That's a good goal to have.
[ She tears at her bread portion (regretfully superior to anything of its kind she'd eaten before), fingers hesitating at her mouth. Her voice lowers itself. ] For what it's worth, I don't think they intend us to die. [ At least not... here. ]
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Her mouth upturns into a smile, but it's joyless. Grim. ] That's a good goal to have.
[ She tears at her bread portion (regretfully superior to anything of its kind she'd eaten before), fingers hesitating at her mouth. Her voice lowers itself. ] For what it's worth, I don't think they intend us to die. [ At least not... here. ]