What the hell is wrong with this guy? Delia thought as the bloodied man instantaneously changed his demeanor; taking a step forward, now asking what was going on with the food situation. Delia took a wary step back, she didn't trust him in the slightest.
"Not much. We're on our own, but I'm sure that won't be any problem for you though." Delia said alluding to the fight. It was pretty apparent he wasn't trying to make friends. It seemed his strategy was to be feared, she found it weak. She watched as he contorted his body in pain at the injuries he'd withstood. She couldn't find it in her to offer him help, not after what he did to those men; even if they did deserve it.
"What's your names..." She asked, curiously. What she was itching to ask was why they got thrown onto the island, but she knew that that was a taboo question ask. But there was nothing Delia loved more than a good secret, she'd collected a lot of them over the years in her line of work.
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