"Most of the food here seems designed for people with thumbs and two legs. Sorry about that," Pidge sounds a little amused at the conversation, even as she tears the package open and dumps some of the jerky out onto the counter for Quintet. She rummages around for a plate while she's at it and voila - one plate of jerky. That finished, she leans against the counter and eyes Quintet with a sense of curiosity.

"I don't know about that. I'm not the best fighter in the world, but I'm still pretty handy."