Rather than question some of the words he's chosen, Raven leaves it be. It isn't the time or place to earn herself a quick education on what a chimpanzee happens to be, or why he's calling himself an Earthling. It's such a stupid name.

Letting out a sigh, her shoulders hunch, and any rigidness that had been in her posture fades. Raven isn't giving up the fight, but she's learning when to pick her battles. A knife up her sleeve is a card she has to play wisely this time around; trusting someone to use it when it should've been her hand holding the hilt is a lesson she'll take to her grave. She can't trust anyone.

But maybe she can trust Jess. Just a little.

"All this talking in circles has made me hungry." It isn't like there's plenty of food to pick from, but Raven's over it. The arguments. The snide comments. The lack of answers. It makes a girl grow a little hungry for something, and her hands wish to piece together the gaps their conversation has only just amplified.

She tilts her head to the side. "I'm going to see if they've dumped any food outside for us."