[ The more the man talks the more aggravated Laura becomes. Her hands clench into tight fists when the drone of the stranger's voice turns into the irritating hum of an insect.
Referencing his own annoyance throws her off. Her expression remains the same, but the instinct to attack is quashed. As the man begins to root around in his bag rattling off the names of food, Laura finally makes her full approach. Shouldering past the man, she starts to dig through the bag herself until she produces a box of instamash and tucks it under her arm to solidify her claim. ]
yessss that works for me
Referencing his own annoyance throws her off. Her expression remains the same, but the instinct to attack is quashed. As the man begins to root around in his bag rattling off the names of food, Laura finally makes her full approach. Shouldering past the man, she starts to dig through the bag herself until she produces a box of instamash and tucks it under her arm to solidify her claim. ]
Agua. Water.