While Kay was happy that Enn was not opposed to partaking in the measly provisions she had brought with her from Eighfour, it was the comment immediately after that statement that made her break into a genuinely delighted and relieved grin. He had humor! There was really no overstating how much a relief that was; after how unwaveringly serious he had been since their meeting one another, with the whole prediction of doom for her faction, telling of how his old faction had left him to die and him having been pretty clear about being prepared to kill her... well, he [i]had[/I] said that he was “just a gun”, after all; a soldier. She imagined that if all she did was getting shot at and killing people, her sense of humor would probably also suffer.
	Still, it was such a relief to confirm that being around him was not going to be [i]completely[/I] boring and grave.
	And of course, it was also quite the relief to be told that she was allowed to move now, and that he was not going to shoot her unless she gave him a reason to do so.
	“Great! I’ll be sure to shoot you in the face instead, then, if the mood suddenly hits me,” she chirped happily, bounding eagerly to the side of her cart in Enn’s direction, where she started fiddling with the panels to access the storage inside. “Sorry, I’ve never been taken hostage before – is that right? Is that what you call it? - so you’ll have to forgive me if I didn’t do it right.” It was not that she was unused to guns being aimed at her – approaching Eighfour, despite how peaceful it was, usually meant being watched during one’s approach through the scope of a high-powered rifle, for one thing – but not only was the reason for her being aimed at different from the usual, but she also been fairly convinced that Enn had been prepared to shoot her, whereas normally her buddies in Eighfour decided against it once they recognized her as one of their own.

	She opened the compartment she wanted, sliding the panel aside to access what was inside, and took out her mechanical glove, which she began fitting onto her left hand. “It’ll be a bit of a walk to reach Eighfour, so I figure you’ll probably want your snack first,” she told him over her shoulder in response to his question of where to go from here. “I kinda didn’t keep track of where I was going when I followed you and the birds, though, so I’ll need to reorientate myself before we go.”
	A moment later, with the glove in place and a very distinctly digital “ping” in her head confirming that the brain-machine interface was picking up on its signal, she sat back for a moment, staring into the canopy above with a thoughtful expression. “I don’t really know how to make them forgive you, other than maybe leave them some food; I usually make it a priority [I]not[/I] to piss off vengeful omnipresent wildlife. But that is interesting...” She turned her head to look at him. “You can’t see them? Even with thermal imaging? I always assumed that they were just really good at hiding themselves in the trees and such, but maybe it’s more than that. How cool would it be if they could, like, make themselves imperceptible or something?” She chuckled, shaking her head at the improbability of it all, and turned back to the cart just long enough to reach inside it and grab the little spherical drone from its charging-station.
	Standing up and turning around fully to face him, she beamed him a smile as she held up the tri-rotored drone in the palm of her right hand. “This here is Aitch Cee. I put him together myself! He’ll be checking out the area to figure out where we need to go.”