Zmerr eyed the Kitsune carefully. He too had a magical presence. Zmerr had very quickly become a minority. He wasn't particularly comfortable about it, but what choice did he have. He nodded once to signify that he wanted Vincent to sit. 

"I guess so. Just don't ask for any jerky." He looked at the remaining piece. It was slim and dry. Pretty unappetizing, but there wasn't any hope left for a real meal. He picked up the strip and fit the whole thing in his mouth.

He shook out the cloth that he'd brought the jerky in to rid it of crumbs. He folded it carefully and slipped it into his pack. He looked around the group. The little girl, Chii apparently, was happily munching on her piece of jerky. Seras was looking at Vincent. What a mix of creatures. This would be interesting.