Breeze's end went silent shortly after he mentions food. Fifteen seconds later, a dull thud echoed through the speaker as the scroll bumped against the ceiling. The lizard had abandoned the communications device to go grab food, letting the scroll float around in zero-g. Thirty seconds later, Breeze returned, gnawing on a handful of freeze-dried jerky as if she hadn't had a decent meal in weeks. Judging from her scrawny frame, that may not be too far from the truth. [color=bbddaa]"{Mmph...Meat. Xi'qe diets include...a lot of meat.}"[/color] She gulped, then continued. [color=bbddaa]"{Or at least, they're supposed to. I...ah, h-haven't...um...}"[/color] There's a long, awkward pause. Eventually, Breeze managed to gather her voice again and squeaked out a simple [color=bbddaa]"{Thanks...}"[/color]