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Randa was still having a bit of trouble picking up the pieces of broken bowl, but doing an admirable job trying. "We lay low, we say it didn't happen... And we plan. We're dead already, unless we do something to show the humans we are done being pushed around." He dropped a piece, mumbling to himself. "At least I am."

He looked over, almost forgetting that she had recieved quite the beating too that night. "How, do you feel this morning?" he said softly, standing up. "I'd offer you some food but we're out." He added, throwing the pieces of the bowl into the trash, and walking back over to the sink, turning on the cold water, beginning to unwrap his makeshift bandage.

"We just.. Need to be cautious. I need to at least go to the factory and tell them why i'm late. And also why i'm not coming in." Randa would call, but as everyone knew, Dims could not own phones. "I suppose we should get more food while I'm there too... if i'm in time for the commisary." he sighed softly before looking in his wallet. Dammit! Payday at the factory was two days away still. But.. Maybe Zonia had some from her shop. "Do you think you'll open shop today?" he asked, looking over to her. "If you do.. Maybe i'll join you down there at the shop.

The last of his bandage fell into the sink, as he looked over to Zonia to see if the bandages were there.