[She takes it for what it is, eying the knife but not at all feeling threatened by it. In a way, it's good to know that a potential ally is armed.
But she's not ready to reveal herself as being completely unarmed just yet. Especially when she doesn't even have a way to get help.]
Do you have some kind of schedule for them? Do you know where we are?
[Lydia steps closer to the fire, but doesn't sit down. She's heard of one Hannibal before. One that is fictional where she's from and she's read books on him. The fact that the man seems to be preparing a meal does nothing to ease the chill up her spine. This is all banshee and none of the cold in these-- caves or wherever the hell they are.]
no subject
But she's not ready to reveal herself as being completely unarmed just yet. Especially when she doesn't even have a way to get help.]
Do you have some kind of schedule for them? Do you know where we are?
[Lydia steps closer to the fire, but doesn't sit down. She's heard of one Hannibal before. One that is fictional where she's from and she's read books on him. The fact that the man seems to be preparing a meal does nothing to ease the chill up her spine. This is all banshee and none of the cold in these-- caves or wherever the hell they are.]
Are you cooking?