Brie walked over by Harvard, abandoning post, and crouched next to the bag. "The girl's got guts, you know," she muttered.
Harvard lowered as well and opened the flap of the bag. Foods spilled out from inside, rolling across the floor. He didn't respond to Brie's comment. She pretty much summed her up into those four words. The girl's got guts.
"You going to save 'em? Or feast now?"
Harvard didn't respond as he picked the food back up.
