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Even when he was starving, he was one: giving it to her, and two: was being picky. There was just... something about the juxtaposition that was hilarious to her, but she focused more on the now opened can of beans being offered to her. Carefully, she reached out, keeping one hand around the edge of her blanket to keep it around her and the other trying to avoid those claws that held out the can of beans to her. Jade wasn't sure if the virus would pass to her through a scratch, though it didn't really matter for her, did it? She was already infected, already so close to the edge of losing herself for eternity, and she didn't want to go through that again. The woman had already done that and didn't want to experience it again.   Still, she managed to avoid getting nicked by those claws as she got the can from him, and without pausing, gulped down some of the contents. It was her turn to make a face, though, her nose crinkling as she finished swallowing down some of the beans. "OK, no, I don't blame you. Lima beans. Yuck."   Still, food was food, especially in the walled off city of Harran, where fresh supplies were limited to the extreme and every little thing mattered.

He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed when she laughed at the noise and then his expression, but at least she wasn't freaking out about it. He'd not meant to kill any positive shift in mood with his words, but there was so much they had to talk about... She seemed less afraid now, even if there was a lot of (understandable) caution. He was glad that she'd not had much chance to react to his explanation about his arms - besides the jaw, that was one of the things he hated the most. It was so different, so inhuman, and made him feel so very alone.    Kyle wasn't sure if he could still blush, but he imagined if so, his cheeks were probably quite flushed. Damned stomach. He was grateful to her for trying to hide the laugh, but also for making him feel more normal - something that he just... didn't feel anymore. "Not really. Beans. Didn't like them before, and they taste pretty vile now." He eyed the contents thoughtfully, glancing over to her. "No idea if you like beans. All yours if so." His body was always running on empty, due to how hard his feral self ran itself ragged at night. And no matter how many he went after, the hunger never lessened. Though, if what he sometimes woke up in was anything to go by, he preferred volatiles to humans.

"A couple people." She commented softly while he was still waking up, her eyes casting over him to make sure there were no injuries she'd not been aware of beforehand. She couldn't help but grin playfully at him. "Enjoy your nap?"    Lil pulled back from him to give him space to get up before she sat next to him. "Alfie wanted to talk to you before you left - something about the substations - and Rahim wanted to bother you but I scared him off."   She couldn't help but grin more, this time proudly but also playfully still.

Kyle had surveyed the room, noting that there'd not been much of anything there. It didn't bother him. He was an outsider, new to everyone at the Tower and he'd not made a good first impression. At least he'd been able to help out some, once he'd gotten on his feet. He'd not had long to think about everything though, as his exhausted mind and body had led to lights out almost the instant his head had hit the makeshift pillow.    Far, far too soon he felt a light shake to his shoulder. Not quite managing to stifle a yawn, he blinked his eyes a few times as he attempted to get them to focus. He acknowledged her with a slight nod and stretched, taking a moment longer to try and wake up just a bit more. "Thanks. As usual, even an hour goes far too quickly."   He pushed himself to his feet, rolled his shoulders and looked down at Lil. "Anyone come to get me while I was out?"

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