“Nora, you—” he starts to protest, before deciding against it. He withdraws his weapons instead as the little creature draws hesitantly toward Nora, holding its hands out for the proffered fruit.

Great, he thinks. At least they get a bite to eat. Granted, he could’ve taken some for himself, but one of them has to be the sensible one around here. Besides, missing breakfast isn’t so bad if the day’s already almost over.

Speaking of…

“It’s getting late,” he observes, watching the shadows deepen around them even as the thing—rather cutely, he thinks—nibbles at its prize. And of course Nora has taken to it, despite the thing looking even more alien than the sloth is.

But he figures their business here is done; it’d be too risky to attempt another search in this dark. He gets up, thinking to leave the alien creature to its own devices, and starts to move away before he feels something catch at his pants leg.

He looks down—at those huge eyes peeking out from under the wide green brim of its cap—then he looks at Nora, and sighs.