Even with Quinten speaking after her, Alina didn't even stop to give him the time of day to finish his explanation. Of course, she understood that this place was hostile territory no matter where she tread; what was the point in staying in the ruins, though? The city on the horizon looked much better a place to hole up - regardless of what kind of people controlled it. Her silhouette faded into the distance as she began her trek, not sparing any moment to glance back at the odd-ball group.

Elijah's words fell upon deaf ears, the girl far too engrossed in her delicious sandwich to even notice she was being spoken to. Hell, it was rare enough that people would talk to her at all - let alone feed her so readily. Of course, if she were more normal a girl she'd probably feel indebted to Quinten for his generosity, but alas she did not feel any sort of inclination to like him more than anyone else she'd try to kill at the drop of a hat. Once she was finished, she sighed contentedly into the air, her tail slowing in its consistent thumping of the ground before standing upright and at attention. Now that she was not hungry any longer, her most desperate need was to sleep - glancing around slowly to see if she could find somewhere nice to nap.