[sylvanSpider]

Taka decided right then that she didn't hate Ian. Whether she liked him or not was still to be determined, but just by looking at him she could tell that he was one who had seen much and said little; he was a man of action, and one not likely to look down on those different from him. She could see that based on his friends that he chose to keep.

“I learned that the hard way,” she uttered, shifting her weight once more. Introductions were never her forte, and it seemed that this man had some sort of negative relationship with her now arch enemy. In that, it seemed, they already agreed. “I take it you've seen what it was like, then? It's different now. A lot of is gone now; burnt to the ground.”

Aren put his hands in his pockets, squinting up at Ian as if he wasn't totally satisfied that Ian was telling the truth. Ian seemed to want to get out of the city as much as possible, and Aren knew this from experience. He was willing to take a near total stranger out, and while he was grateful, this was the second time in as many days that he'd gone out. When he came to the conclusion that he was telling the truth, he added a simple, “And heal. Plan and heal.”

Breakfast, as the troupe was already accustomed to, was modest. They were lucky that the city on formation started with agriculture – even if it was only minor. Chickens were raised for their eggs, and there were even cows and pigs that were reserved generally for the best of citizens. As it was, eggs were involved in their rations for the day and Aren cooked those with some of the allotted power that had been given them, serving them up scrambled. It was enough to get them through lunch at least.

Taka swallowed some spit that had gathered at the back of her throat and looked down at Ian's leg, “I don't know shit about first aid...”

Aren raised his hand, “Well, I know a bit. Read a bit about it before I found my niche. I can help, but uh, do you have shorts or anything that would make it easier for me to get to it?”