When Zowie heard his voice her skin started to crawl, of all fucking people it just had to be Nic. She barely glanced at him and shrugged. "You know I seriously doubt you are all that concerned about my well being Nic." She answered, her voice getting sharper on the C. "A lot of things here are hardly edible." She mumbled as she picked up another rock and threw it towards the water, keeping the larger stone under her left hand by her thigh. Around Nic she decided it was always best to have a weapon handy.