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Hugo had settled himself down to a cross-legged seat in the sand. His arms folded over his chest, chin tucked. At Riot's return he lifted his head, eyes instantly falling on the bounty of food gathered on the plate. His gut once more announced its neglect in a loud, gnawing groan.

Hugo bit his lip and fussed with with bottom of his shirt. "Is...that for me?"

Hugo bounced up to his feet and followed after Riot. He ignored both the chairs and the table, instead he plucked the tray from the table, sat down on the ground with the tray seated on his lap, and began scarfing down the meal. He didn't seem to know how to use utensils either. The meat he held between his hands and bit large chunks off.

The food was fantastic. Bland as it was- it hit the spot.

Hugo slowed once he was about halfway through the meal. Once his stomach had stopped its painful protests and demands, it was much easier to eat and actually savor the food. Of course, every culture had a different taste. This stuff wasn't exactly seasoned- but the camp didn't look permanent. They wouldn't have reserves or gardens for herbs and spices...it made sense. Still, he'd been hungry enough to risk eating beetles if it came right down to it.

He set the tray aside shortly to retrieve the glass of....colored water? from the table. Hugo took a long, hard sip before the taste registered. It was through willpower alone that he didn't spit the stuff out. What on earth!? It tasted horrible. Bitter, rotten, and horrible. It was wet though- and if they wanted him dead they likely wouldn't waste poison on him. Eyes glazing over, he swallowed hard.

He wiped at his eyes and stuffed another mouthful of fruit in his mouth before answering. The taste lingered, biting at his cheeks and tongue. "...Fubar is my Zoid. I don't know how to ride him. He just...followed me. A man in a large building said they couldn't control him, so they let me have him."

Quill had gone to enjoy a couple of rounds of blackjack with some strangers. He'd won a couple more than he'd lost, so he'd gained a little money. Overall, today had been going pretty good! Nobody'd stolen from him yet, he had a bottle of booze in him, and he'd actually managed to turn a profit, miniscule though it may have been.

He heard Lir rumble off in the distance at the arrival of a new zoid, but beyond that he paid his liger no attention. Lir could take care of himself.

Quill heard the drunk guy ranting about rain. He looked skyward for a moment with a skeptical expression, then back down to the guy as he continued to approach the bar for some more. The sky... looked nothing at all like rain. Quill made a mental note to himself- A few drinks was fine, but it was just begging for trouble in a place like this to get plastered.

Quin, after a moment stopped at the edge of the camp. There was a flat boulder far enough away from the commotion that he could get at least a little bit of quiet. He continually looked over his shoulder and placed a hand on the hilt of his conveniently concealed dagger by his side. His positive chi had been disturbed, now was -not- the time to be bothered by drunks.

"You get one warning to cease following me, or else there will be problems."
By the sound of it he was irritated. Very irritated. Yet was unaware that it was the same pilot he had aided just the other day in a battle against bandits after her ZOID.

Ander lifted his hand from the hilt as he turned around to face Marcia. "Ah... apologies. Yes, I thought you were a drunkard following me." He offered a slight bow. For a rogue he could be quite the gentleman.

"Now, is there any particular reason you followed me?" His arms folded across his chest as he inquired. He was to the point. She wouldn't have followed if there was not a reason behind it.

"You are welcome." He paused at the second question. His title was not to be passed around so lightly to outsiders. To the people who were in this gang it was obvious... but... Marcia was not in this gang and obviously did not know. "I live with these rogues. It would be wrong to not be here during this event."
He refrained from asking the same question, for now.