[ A lack of reciprocation has never bothered her. If she let that put her off, she'd have given up on this bit years ago. She drops her arm more comfortably a little lower, but leaves it slung over him, and leans her head against his shoulder. He's not a touchy guy, she gets it, but he's been missing for a week. He's going to have to put up with this. ]

Yeah, sure, fine.

[ Not her favorite topic. She sighs, dipping her free hand into her pocket to draw out the orange thing she'd pocketed a moment ago. She can't really peel it with just one hand, but, soon. She'll hang onto it for now. ]

We kept finding these eyeless bodies around, like in the surf, then we figured out why. They had this whole camp thing set up out in the jungle, and they'd grabbed a bunch of deer. They were gonna do them all, they had this big ritual where they scoop out eyes, drop them in a pool, and drown the sacrifice in the eye-pool, it was fucking gross.

[ She opts to leave out the part where she saw it way too up close and personal — she'd way rather he think she busted in or spied on it or something. ]