Aviel glanced briefly at the others - first the child, then the space woman - as they spoke, pausing to try and process what had been said. The space woman, Aviel concluded, was looking for direction from the tall woman; the child's words gave her more trouble. Aviel did hear the word "cold"; the child was smiling, so she likely wasn't complaining about the temperature; she was sewing, perhaps she had said something about that?

Aviel shook her head; whatever had been said, it obviously wasn't important.

As she reached the dining area, she noticed a half-empty crate pushed off to one side. Upon further inspection she found it to contain food and water, enough for a few days at least. She was relieved at this discovery, as it meant they had a little bit of time to regroup and figure out what else needs to be done. As a signal to the others, she picked it up and carefully dropped it onto the table. The goal was to make some noise but not enough to echo out the door and alert any potential bandits; her efforts to do so were only mostly successful.

The tall girl was speaking now. Aviel didn't bother listening to her words; she was too distracted to try and decipher them. She began collecting the pots and pans and stacking them next to the rations. Most of them looked unusable for cooking, but she figured they could probably find some other use for them.

Then the tall girl's tone changed. Aviel looked up to find the new arrival - a man? Without thinking Aviel dropped the pot she was holding and quickly pulled out her pistol, aiming it at the stranger. It was only then that she noticed the knife in his hand. A scowl crossed her face; what the hell was he doing? Where did he come from? And did he really think he was a match for them?

... Was he alone? A slight panic rose in Aviel's throat as she considered the possibility that he might have companions waiting outside, out of their view. Was this their home? No - this placed belonged to Aviel and her group now. They had come a long way before finding it, and she wasn't about to give it up without a solid fight.

She took a single step closer and steadied her aim. She wasn't going to shoot unless she had to - bullets were scarce, after all - but she also wasn't about to let this man get away with whatever he came here to do.