Kijani frowned slightly, and held her hand to her chest. The vines steadily crept around her body, until they circled her neck like a green necklace. A wickedly thorny green necklace that was dripping tiny droplets of yellow liquid onto the metal floor. "Ugh. I hate fire." She flexed her now free hand, and cracked her knuckles delicately. "Let's go before something else happens..." Her stomach rumbled, and she idly rubbed it with one hand. 

"I miss my home. I had a garden, and I knew a man who raised chickens from real-hatched eggs." She smiled in a distant way. "Have you ever had real chicken? It's quite an experience."