"Delicate flower." Uh-huh. Ain't nothin' delicate about him. 'Cept maybe his nose. I broke that once.

[ the skepticism in her voice came readily, though a little distracted as she made her way through some heavy beams and pieces of collapsed ceiling. she made bit of an audible ugh noise as the smell of rotting food filled her nose. apparently she'd cleared a path to the now nonfunctional freezers -- a former corner grocery store then, with emphasis on the former.

lil sighed. ]

If y'found somethin', y'better eat it. I'm doin' alright.