[Salone]

Lev raised an eyebrow as he tried to dust the grime off of his clothes, looking like he honestly did not know what she was talking about.

"I have low food standards, yes. As long as I eat."

Inside, his mind began to race. He knew she could read his mind. Apparently what had happened to him in the sewers had been real. It had not been a hallucination, or some morbid dream. He had consumed the flesh. He tried to think, wondering if Rue You are a plague would betray his secret to the people gathered there. To distract himself, he began cleaning his gun with what little clean spots he had left on his coat. The bodily fluids on the You have not yet ran your course gun had congealed, and took some effort to remove. He stopped after a while, staring at the spots Flesh! Rot! It all rots! You are hunger. Your bones are stripped but they do not rot! Consume devour riprendfleshkillhuntthepreythatescapesdonotletthem escapenothingescapesthelionconsumedevourriprend... he had managed to clean. A whispering tickled his ear again, but it died as soon a he began speaking.

"Are we to rest here? With...everyone?"