[ This, she's starting to notice, doesn't seem like casually interested curiosity. The stiffness she can feel in his back, when his hands go still; anyone would be freaked out to hear about the eyeball pool (she hopes), but that's not exactly freaked out, either.

So, apparently he cares, at least in some capacity. You learn something about someone every day. She drops her arm entirely to start in on peeling her fruit, but stays close enough that her shoulder brushes his. ]

Some of them are dead. [ Which she's not super happy about, but whatever, she wasn't the one killing. Plus, they did murder a bunch of people, it's pretty justified. ] The rest of them ran off. Some of them are probably back out in the jungle, but I'd bet a lot of them went home to pretend like they weren't fucking murdering their neighbors a second ago.