[ It's inevitable that she's going to waste some rations here. But Victra doesn't care. It's not like she wants more of the dismal food they're being fed. She's used to living on short supply, just as she's used to dining on soups of hummingbird tongues. Not that she won't grouse about the quality when it's given to her, because she's certainly not happy about it, but she'll live. She knows she will. ]
Name.
[ And, fair and square, she holds up one ration. She's not going to try to combine two questions into one. ]
Look, everyone's uglier than her.
Name.
[ And, fair and square, she holds up one ration. She's not going to try to combine two questions into one. ]