[It's not full for long. By the time he snaps out of his stunned, appreciative, amazed silence (that's definitely what it is), she's already chewed through half of it, boiling hot or not.]
[And she's got her eye on the machine in case there's more. But when he asks, she answers...]
[...With her mouthful:]
A vicious attack! You'd be better me carefu-- mmfh!
[ every day here is more bizarre than the last. for one thing, how does this girl keep randomly showing up in situations like these? first the camera incident, and now... well. maybe the two aren't really comparable. his sense of danger is rapidly descending back to normal as he watches her eat...
...uh. what is she eating? he's eyeing the hot dog (or what's left of it, anyway) in a way that suggest that he may, in fact, have never seen a hot dog before.
the true mark of a person who hails from a dystopian hellhole: not knowing what a hot dog is. ]
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[And she's got her eye on the machine in case there's more. But when he asks, she answers...]
[...With her mouthful:]
A vicious attack! You'd be better me carefu-- mmfh!
[That's all he's getting. Back to chewing.]
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...uh. what is she eating? he's eyeing the hot dog (or what's left of it, anyway) in a way that suggest that he may, in fact, have never seen a hot dog before.
the true mark of a person who hails from a dystopian hellhole: not knowing what a hot dog is. ]