By the time Constantine returned with three dead rabbits in hand, holding them by their ears like a bundle of husked corn, Vica had curled up on her bedroll which she had placed exactly opposite his own across the fire. He hadn't been away long enough for her to be sleeping deeply, he thought, and after deftly arranging dinner over the fire on a spit, he reached over to shake her by the shoulder. She surged forward into a sitting position and looked around wildly until her eyes landed on him, and then she gifted him with her most withering glare yet. Ah, so she had fallen asleep.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"Hungry?"
"Leave me alone."
Constantine c****d his head to the side. "I'm sure it wasn't that good, Vica. Have something to eat."
Vica narrowed her eyes. "What?"
"Getting off
