[If it's one thing that Rey can take pride in, it's being able to make use of her hands, rough and calloused as they are. She's deft and effective when it comes to taking apart a kill. With synthetics, she had dissected many just to figure out how they tick. Since her arrival to Hadriel, she has mostly been catching her own game, not trusting the meat in the shops ever since Rage tampered with the food so soon after Rey's arrival.

[When Atem speaks, it occurs to Rey that... she probably shouldn't just throw these guts on the floor. That's just gross, man. She nods her head towards the cabinet above the fridge.]

You'll probably need a chair-- [No offense, little dude. She's just being realistic here.] --but there're some cooking bowls up there. That'll be a start.

[Thank god she isn't doing this alone, because getting supplies while she's elbow-deep in gore is... a bad idea.

[His last comment she just scoffs at.] Right. You're some sort of big shot, aren't you? Hope this isn't too much for your delicate sensibilities.

[He mentioned being a king or something, right? Pretty sure that's what he was talking about.]