Septim was right, they needed to hash out a plan. They were all in this together, regardless of how much they wanted to be. Even still, it seemed some of them had little interest in discussion. Mable looked up at the girl that had just introduced herself. She was curious as to what she meant by 'clone.' Cloning sapient beings was outlawed in the entire galaxy where she was from. For there to be a place where child soldiers were created was almost inconceivable. She sure didn't act like a child soldier though. "Sure, you can have some, just don't uh, burn all of it like that lizard over there." She turned towards Rafael. "Since you don't want to join us, how about you dismantle these things for us? We could use their plating for armor or something I bet." She said, then turning to Septim and Kaede. 

"So, how long until most of the people here die of starvation? Not everyone here is the same biologically so it'll be hard to guess, but I'm assuming after a few days things will get rough. Hrmm~" Mable lowered her head in thought, thinking about the events in the cave. "Also is it just me, or does it seem like we've been put into some kinda game? Win and loss conditions, prizes, even an announcer."