"Good, 'cause if they feel slighted and come after you," she cautioned, "you're done for. Those little suckers have claws like you wouldn't believe." It was a joke, but true, too. She grinned, though, verging on playful as she reached for a sandwich. Part of her wanted to know more about his home, who he was before the island, before the vines even. Home was a different place, though, and she knew well enough that who she'd been before Lilly's death was a far cry from who she'd been after, and that she wasn't either of those girls anymore.