She thought she'd already been treated well enough to the "great" outdoors. It hadn't been so great after the first rain shower she'd experienced. Her first storm had been a tornado of one, with Finn almost dying of poison, Lincoln being a nonentity who held so much power in his bare hands. She hated the great outdoors with every fibre of her being.

Space had never been this cruel.

Looking at him with the arch of her brow he loathed so much, it broke off when she frowned. She didn't spend too much time looking at him. Raven peered into the kitchen and wondered what food she could steal that wouldn't be missed by anyone in particular.

She knew the answer to that already, though. Even a dumb dandelion would be missed in this small town.

"Do you compare a lot of people to animals?" Then she tacked on teasingly, "Sounds kind of lazy."