At first, Eli thought that the girl with the drill was referring to people as her food and his skin crawled.  Then the obvious hit him - of course, she was competing for rations.  Being born here probably made her less than sympathetic to the lives she took and the need for food came before the need for morals.  If she were to be the first to befriend anybody coming out of those containers, though, she could have a small army of her own.  If she weren't so batshit crazy, she might even be able to get a little following going.

The Mimic was too put off by Alina's harsh words to give much more thought to it, however.  His own demeanour remained steadfast, "Don't sit there and try to act like some goody-goody.  Are you kidding me?  If you would have just let the UDF do their jobs and never used your power in the first place, I wouldn't have taken it myself in front of anybody.  But no - how do you fight a big-ass sword like that?  With one's own big-ass [i]fucking sword.[/i]  That's how.  You should've kept your nose out of business that you had nothing to do with!"  He shouted in response, staring daggers past her vulgar finger and unintentionally causing the drill on his new tail to spin as his anger flared up.

At the back of his mind, he'd have to remember to ask the smaller girl her name and clarify that he referred to where she had come from for the day, for her little exploration, not in general.