Rena was coming down the hall from the other direction, still holding a greasy bucket of KFC that someone took a few pieces out of already. She glances up at him, about to speak, but she knows that look. It's impossible to survive in the ocean without learning fast when someone doesn't want to be fucked with.

She debates with herself for a moment before deciding to fuck with him anyway.

"Hey, tough guy. You like chicken? Or know what happened? Both of those are my best ice breakers right now, so I thought I'd hedge my bets."