Do you know what happens when chickens cross roads?

It's almost serene here. Almost. Jael knows that they've shattered that serenity, but she won't dwell on it. Not right now. Leaving Sid in Sakana's capable hands, she's close on Gil's heels. Keen eye, gaze resting on the world around her. Here, there, and again. Tense. Dwelling on all the things she could see, and any threats she couldn't. They'd won their raid and they'd take their prize. Trotting carefully a half step behind Gil, she still hovers anxiously near.

The coop sits quiet, still shuddered in the early morning. Keen gaze, making their way to the fenced yard where the building sat. “Only take hens with thinner feathers, and naked legs. They're the ones that will do the best with the summer heat.” Jael's insight is given with a firm nod. With a quick gaze around the rustic farm setup, the girl is quick to grab a large covered basket and a roughly woven sack.

Assigning herself the short straw, she sets the basket in front of Gilgamesh and Modesty. “I'll grab a rooster if you want to pick hens.” And then she's sheepish for having taken charge, a wide-eyed glance in Modesty's direction. Taking a step back, head lowered for a moment.

“Speech.”