From her position idly sprawled on the ground, Miko looked up at the group, who seemed to be talking about... rocks? Ah, that's right, that old guy was talking about the rocks earlier, too. No, no, it wasn't the rocks, it was the food. Miko's loudly growling stomach insisted they had been talking about food. She eyed the seaweed that was held out by the confusing silver-haired being in front of her, but was less than tempted.

"Tell you what, you clean that stuff properly and give me some salt, I'll have at that seaweed for a few days. But we'd still have to worry about nutrition, yeah? Doesn't anybody have a nice garden around here? Maybe a bar...?" Her gaze drifted lazily into the distance as she thought about how well a cold drink would go down with some salted Nori, then hung her head in despair at the thought of Nori being their only source of food. [i]It was supposed to be a steak in that daydream, dammit, why's this guy putting seaweed in my brain? Ugh.[/i]

"Can we even be sure there's others here? Not sure I wanna trust every old man I see picking up stones on the beach..."