[center][color=2e2c2c][h2]"Management Consultant"- Nameless[/h2][/color][i][h3]Near Tarantasio, Foreigner’s Lowlands[/h3][/i][/center]
It had dealt with the intercessor. She had no sway here until she had donned a hard hat. Multiple hard hats, in the case of her current form.

-However.

The foreman had left. It did not yet truly understand what it meant to be human, it did not yet truly understand what the homunculus felt. It had flashes of images and memories, but it as of yet lacked the context needed to give those minutae meaning. 

Thus, seeing the foreman leave as dusk fell, it thought only one thing. 

Ah. 

She must be going on break.

And so, it moved, hastily following after Benita as it let out a sharp whistle in an attempt to catch her attention. In its hand was gripped a meticulously-wrapped lunchbox, something that one of the yakuza had prepared earlier in the day with a practiced ease that made it evident that he was likely a father. What a responsible man. 

[color=2e2c2c]"You forgot your food-"[/color]

Its voice cut off. Yes, even if it could outpace Benita by far in "speed", it was frozen to the spot as it realized that something was off. 

She was not turning around. She seemed to be thinking of other matters. She did not seem to want her food. It surmised that the food was left behind on purpose. 

Ah. 

Well then.

Break time. 

Its younger sibling was left in charge of the construction site for the time being. After all, it was now on break.

-However.

It did not bring food.

Nor did a kindly yakuza happen to pack it some food. 

Thus, it would have to arrange something for itself. 

Spying something some thirty meters away, clearly visible on the leveled land even if it was not capable of seeing through its spiritual senses, it found a suitable place. 

A food cart that was just about to open.