"Well, I wasn't," she says, still a bit curt. She eyes him, then sighs. "I went for a run, and maybe I ran a little too hard, but nothing ran me over, literally or figuratively." She reaches up to wipe sweat from the brown skin of her neck.

It is somewhat of a relief to see him, at least. The only other non-human in the entire city, someone who actually understands her a little bit. Even if he can't eat her food.