"Sam and I found a cliff-side beach. And when I say cliffs, I mean-" Words failed her, so she gestured far, far above her head. "The food was at the top. There's no way we could make that climb every day, even if the food was there again, which it might not be. It was a welcoming party for someone else."

That Spaniard had been really unsure about letting them take the food, too.

"So. Good for gathering seaweed. Not much else, though." She bit into the orange slices she'd hoarded, and rubbed her eyes. "Raven's turning into a vampire?" Well, shit. "That's... horrific. Is that a thing? Do we have to worry about that happening to everyone? Like getting eaten like the pony did?" Slowing down might make her make more sense, but probably not by much.