#miele 1

Ah. Casual species-ism: always a great icebreaker. 

“Suppose I should thank you for being so understanding,” Travis said dryly... not quite realizing the irony in that bit of snark. I mean, the woman in front of him had made a point: Travis had assumed she wasn’t desperate enough to turn a literal garbage heap into a meal. Or maybe she just preferred her food to have a seasoning of rot. 

Might honestly make more sense than why he was out here, gross as it was.

But I digress. Without another word, the rummaging began anew. Two total strangers, rooting through filth under the cover of night. Silent... until a sudden curiosity gripped onto Travis too tightly to be ignored, and forced him to ask:

“So, what’re you?”