"... you sound like you're speaking from experience."

"You bet I am. 'Sup, child soldier, here, I coulda killed that couple at that age."

...yeah. That'd explain it.

Well.

"They're not a kid, anyway. And Knives probably had something to do with it."

"Sorry, who?"

"His brother who wants to steal all of the plants in the world and hates all humans and wants us exterminated."

"Oooooooooh. That guy. Yeah, my old boss just called him God."

Zash closes his eyes and rubs his temples. "Are we very far from the diner? I need that shower now."

"Zash, you are literally right next to me. You can see it as well as I can. But sure, fine, we're almost there, you dork."

Good, he needs to not be talking or thinking for a little bit.

She leans over and musses up his (still very icky) hair. And then wipes her hand off on the provided towel. Because ew.

And then yes, she'll leave them be to shower while she goes and gets food ready. It will be waiting for them when they're done.

(She will not be engaging with the sentence 'Yeah my old boss just called him God' because she is waiting until after showers to interrogate she will be polite.)

Zash is bashful and will want to shower alone. He doesn't take very long, though, and cleans himself very efficiently and methodically.

Morgan is fine giving him his space. She doesn't particularly care. She can have her shower after him and they can all have their modesties preserved or whatever.

She will absolutely devour absurd amounts of food, though. OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.

If Morgan knows about Knives she probably won't mind if he doesn't really eat.

MORE FOR HER NOM NOM.

Yvette is a little disturbed by how much food can fit into one person but.... uh, okay. She can. Go cook more worm meat. She guesses. It's not like they're about to run out.

"Okay, we all ready for my tragic backstory?" wonders Morgan, after she has eaten what is probably her own weight in worm meat and then some.

"Sure, let's hear it."

"'Kay. Children are small and easy to grab and apparently good for experimenting. I was one of those. But the doctor who does the experimenting doesn't have much opinion about what happens after? Just the science."

"And... your old boss grabbed you then?"

"More or less. Ex-boss man was also one of the successes, and if the doc hands 'em to him, they can be functional members of assassination society or whatever. So. They have made friends. It's an experiment to murder pipeline now."

"I don't think it's for science. Or not... just for that."

"Okay. It's not like he stopped in the middle of my horrific agonizing human experimentation to explain his motivations to me. Just he wasn't happy with me in the end even though I was comparatively a success. Since I was alive."

"What's... the survival rate here."

"What, in numbers form? Dunno. But it's shit is what it is."