Liv’s ears pricked at the sound of somebody approaching, her fingertips glancing across the cool handle of one of the many knives she had concealed on her person.  Every muscle in her lithe form tensed, and her chewing went from casual and relaxed, to slow and methodical. It was unlikely that anyone other than Lanius would’ve stumbled upon their meeting spot, but it never hurt to be prepared, especially on a night like this one. She swallowed, the mouthful of pulped cereal rubbing harshly against her dry throat, and took another bite. Not even the possibility of armed thugs could come between Liv and her favourite snack. 

 The sound of familiar footsteps and a quiet, but recognisable, murmur announced the presence of her (quite literal) partner in crime, clambering through the boarded up window. Liv relaxed instantly, there weren’t many friendly faces in The City, but that just meant it’s denizens felt all the more at ease with the few there were. A small smile, barely noticeable, flickered across her lips at his friendly jibe, “I had to travel all the way across the city to some old granny’s kitchen for these beauties, might as well enjoy them while they last,” she said, popping the end of the cereal bar in her mouth, savouring the last of the incredible taste as she waited for Lanius to finish making his way across the sea of questionable litter that covered the floor.

 “And I’m good,” She said, watching the end of his cigarette as it burned red in the comparative gloom, and shivered “fricking freezing because my stupid heater packed in, but overall good. You?”