Riddick & Faith
Sharknado was a stupid fucking name but it had stuck and she'd gotten in the habit of using it. Mainly because she hadn't been able to, or wanted to, come up with a better one.
"Here's fine." She sank down cross legged onto the ground. He seemed as aware of the time to sunset as she did which meant she flicked a speculative look at his goggles. In her case it was that innate Slayer sense that told her how long she had until the vampires could roam with ease. It was so damn hard to sleep at night when your senses screamed at you that it was dark and if you let your guard down you could die.
She was not one of those dumb as women who gave two shits what a guy thought about how much she ate which meant the question got him a little bit of a roll of her eyes. "I've got plenty. I'm not gonna hold back just because someone might see how much I like to eat."