Hunting. There's a valid prospect. She's spent a fair number of years moving through wilds, handling animals, tracking and living off the land when pursuing quarry. Wouldn't be the worst way to chip in around here.

Her mouth quirks thoughtfully as she seizes another bite, chewing slow with absolutely no call to manners or grace of any sort. In fact, she's already licking her fingers. "So they just left everyone here to their own devices, after dumping us here?"

She gives a small sort. "I'd put bets on this being some kind of exhibit, then. We're someone's pets, or a zoo, or something along those lines."