[Salone]

"To the place-shut up!-where it all began"

Lev interjected on his own sentence, appearing outwardly like he was arguing with himself. His face took a quizzical look for a moment before he rolled his eyes, deciding whatever mental struggle he was having was over.

"Eden. Fruits and things like that. I could use a fruit right now. I think apple is a fruit? I had an apple once. Was very special."

He shrugged as he smiled sheepishly, like a small child might shyly describe their fourth birthday party. His eyes landed on the woman's small rifle, taking an instant interest on whatever it may be. He pointed, trying to be polite to her.

"What make is that?"