[ Dry heat, the stink of a concrete sluice, peering around the corner at a pair of emaciated humans fighting over something on the ground like dogs. They growl at each other. They don't even use words. Flashes of this find her. ]

Mm, I wouldn't have held it against you if you were only thinking of yourself. I think that's just as natural, sometimes, isn't it?

[ Countless humans have never even been in "circumstances like this," outside of controlled habitats where they're always fed on time, kept clean and comfortable as they're taught to be the best pets for their owners, until the day they're sent to the stage to die.

They live without any idea of what's out here in the world. ]

Hopefully you're also doing alright? Are you safe?