"Hot damn, I am good." Kat said in a low, confident voice-marveling at her lucky find, and carefully loading the jars up. It looked pure and fresh, and absolutely delicious...which was something of a blessing, considering Honey was rare in these times-what with half the bees being muta-bees (which usually tried to eat you) and half the flowers being muta-flowers (which usually tried to eat you as well), all you usually got was Muta-Honey from them...which was a sweet but deadly poison to any true-blooded Human. These looked good though-no noticeable discoloration, no sediments, no grime at the rim. Rain would probably insist on doing some of her chemical analya-whatsist just to be safe though, she thought, smiling slightly.
...Though she did wonder where they came from. Given the size of the spider, the mutants had been here awhile. Did the some of the Draculas have a sweet tooth-maybe they stole it from the caravan? Or had it belonged to some long passed previous owners?
She wasn't about to question good fortune, though.
Rain reacts oddly towards Kat's gesture. She doesn't shy away from the hug, giving Kat a thump on the back in a bro-like expression of bonding. But when Kat touches their foreheads together Rain stiffens awkwardly. She pushes her friend away and stammers for words. "Uh, Kat, my stomach... with you mentioning the mutadogs and the blood everywhere and... I think I'm gonna be sick." Rain turns towards the wall and breathes heavily a little while leaning against it. Apparently she gets her stomach under control after a bit of this.
Kat backed away awkwardly, rubbing her temples as she sometimes did. She was feeling...something. Sadness. Great Sadness. But at the same time it was disconnected, like it wasn't her own emotion-almost like she was viewing another person inside her head. It felt like Rain-for a moment, she could feel a wounded essence, a shy girl
(a strong soul) with a brilliant streak
(bright as the Sun) and a good-hearted naivety
(Warm as home in the Summertime). These reverberated within her own mind, and Kat had a intuitive glimmer. An empathic connection. She sometimes felt the same way during performances-almost as if she could harness the positive energy of the crowd...
But, she knew none of this cognizantly-it was all subconscious whispers. Naturally, Kat had always assumed everyone occasionally felt like this, and that it was completely mundane.
Still rubbing her temples, Kat tried to speak-though her voice was still a bit hoarse from the spider-smoke, and she spoke quietly.
"...Rain? Are you okay?" She asked hesitantly.
"Oh, that was from my father. I think my group may have been composed of descendants of people who were fast enough to get into private or government bunkers." Ethan says as he walks. "Headphones had a similar origin, but I had to retrieve them...Well that's another story."
He shrugs, as if working tech equipment was a bit more natural for him. "One guy there actually had a small Cessna airplane."
Kat's eyes widened at that.
"...you've actually seen an air-plane? How big was it? Was it true you could fly up into the black with one?" She asked. 'The Black' being above the atmosphere, of course.