She nodded. "Yea. A bit of one." Taking the plate in hand she kept her eyes on the large man. "Thanks. Will heal quicker with food..." Sanda moved to the cot and sat down. She didn't like being locked up, she'd just escaped a cell of sorts. Though the knowledge that she could get out at any point was comforting. The long might be strong, but she was most likely stronger. "I'm Sanda... Sanda Turner." She picked up one of the scorpions and broke it in half. "Most people just call me San."
San took a bite of the food and closed her eyes as a 'Mmm' noise escaped her. The raiders hadn't really fed her well and it had been weeks since she'd had real meat.