Orion snorted, or maybe it was a snicker, and she took her hand back from the hilt of her knife after deciding that the other woman was probably harmless. "Yeah, somebody finally found a way to put Starbucks out of business. Too bad they had to take the rest of the world down with it."
The dried meat looked good, and she hadn't had jerky for lunch in a while. She very carefully picked one of the smaller pieces off of the cloth and put it in her mouth. "Thank you," she said as she began to chew. The sentiment came harder than it might have in the past, but anyone who was willing to share their food with you deserved to be thanked like a human being.
"You're not an Enk, I'd have seen you before." The bulky coat hid much of the stranger's physique, but the face wasn't familiar. After a little over a year at Cascade Locks, Orion recognized most of her fellow misfits by sight and this person wasn't one of those. She crunched into the apple again, chewed carefully, cleared her mouth with a swallow.