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"[color=CC14CA]You look like a homeless bum, Crash. We all do.[/color]" Mal's shaky smile turned into something more genuine, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "[color=CC14CA]Then again, you [i]are[/i] homeless, and we [i]are[/i] bums. So yeah, you look somethin' like normal.[/color]"

Stretching her arms behind her head and cracking her knuckles, she groaned and popped her formerly-cold joints as she began to warm up. Now that she'd forced herself to calm down, she was thinking straight, and one thought was screaming through her. Well, less of a thought, really, and more an urge, something only solidified by Dizzy's cry from the alleyway and the pain that scrunched through her abdomen. Her eyes bugged out slightly and she grit her teeth together.

[color=CC14CA][i]Food. Food right now, or else I'm gonna fall over.[/i][/color] And she really felt like she was. Flying burned through energy like nothing else, and starting the morning with a flight was a surefire way to really, really want something to get in you, asap. The clenching, hollow pain only intensified, and she cradled her empty stomach tenderly.

And that was when she was graced with—nay, assaulted by—the best thing she had ever smelled. She had no idea what it was, but it immediately made the pain in her stomach worse, and it made her mouth start to run like a fire sprinkler. She had swallow to stop drool from actually leaking from the corner of her lips when she talked. It looked like Flick had nosed it out as well, because he had a look on his face that was quite familiar to Mal: it was pretty much the same one that she was wearing. She homed in on him like a missile, barely restraining herself from breaking into a full-on superhuman sprint in her lust for food.

"[color=CC14CA]Hey Flick, Flick, Flick,[/color]" she spouted, her burgeoning hunger making it very difficult for her to exercise any level of self-control on her mouth, "[color=CC14CA]all the scientists' names—they were different from our names, the ones we gave ourselves. The people in this city will have names like the scientists, right? Will we have to use fake names?[/color]" And immediately afterwards, face contorting into an aggressive frown, "[color=CC14CA]I don't care what happens, I'm not using a fake name. I spent too long getting this one instead of 34C-490B.[/color]"