Mm. [Yeah, she can definitely sense his sarcasm there. She lets out a snort, because "persistent" is a bit of an understatement; though she knows they never bothered IV.]
Maybe they thought I had food. Sorry, little guys. [She doesn't actually sound sorry at all.] Or . . . maybe they thought I was food!
[And . . . speaking of food, she'd rather not think about what the fire will do to their food supply. Fear momentarily grips her again and without realizing it, she clenches her fist, which shakes. Still, she keeps going. Eventually, she can hear running water . . . Thankfully, she'll focus on that instead.
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Maybe they thought I had food. Sorry, little guys. [She doesn't actually sound sorry at all.] Or . . . maybe they thought I was food!
[And . . . speaking of food, she'd rather not think about what the fire will do to their food supply. Fear momentarily grips her again and without realizing it, she clenches her fist, which shakes. Still, she keeps going. Eventually, she can hear running water . . . Thankfully, she'll focus on that instead.
She knew they couldn't be far.]