Ambrosia liked the fact that Yuki was easy to get along with, and that Ved was always willing to lend a hand – especially when in comparison to Cash, who had taken off to who-knows-where, and Spencer, who thought it was a wise idea to make as much noise as possible when they should be laying low. 

Instead of wasting time, she had sat down to inspect what she had brought back from their last trip and began divvying up the lot into individual sized portions to account for everyone's well-being (cans of soup, beef jerky, dehydrated vegetables, and bottles of water), and first aid equipment (bandages, antiseptic spray, and numbing cream for wounds). She was nearly done with it when Cash barreled back into camp with his new car, and she was about to ask Punch to come with her on her rounds to check the traps when the druggie started whipping his gun around. 

[color=#bf9a42][b]“For fuck's sake...”[/b][/color] She muttered under her breath. Honestly, he had no idea of conservation or rationality. Even if it was a joke, he pushed it too far. Ambrosia knew getting involved in the situation wasn't worth it, especially when Ved could deal with Cash more easily than anyone else here. Instead, she merely finished up divvying out the food and first aid kits, and then let out a whistle to catch their attention. 

[color=#bf9a42][b]“If you're fucking done doing retarded shit, there's food and medicine here.”[/b][/color] She pointed at the brown backpacks on the ground in front of her. There was enough for each person to take one, and enough food in each to last each person at least two weeks, if they didn't waste any. [color=#bf9a42][b]“You know the rules, one each. I'll be on my rounds. You wanna come with me, Punch?”[/b][/color] She asked, scooping up one of the backpacks for herself and strapping it to her back. She knew the kid was jumpy, and offered him an escape route out of whatever the hell Cash had planned for him.

[@Rick Sanchez]