[It's a little bit ironic that, for all her posturing, she would feel a bit bad if she knew the impact her words had on him. Even more so if she knew the messy, messy history behind his reaction — given that it involves something she could potentially relate to. It is, indeed, a hard knock life when you are artificially created for purpose you hate and the entire universe seems intent on making you feel like you're worthless.

But, of course, she doesn't know anything about that. Though she notes his demeanor as she disposes of the fish, all she can do it chalk it up to a human being human. Weird and contradictory, and not something she wants to feel empathy for. There is a second's pause after she turns to face him, sizing him up as she walks back... and ultimately? She brushes that reaction off, assuming he got too close to puking his guts out.]

Only if there's something on this planet that would have that kind of effect. But who knows? Everything inside was completely liquefied.

[It was gross soup, bruh. North drums her fingers against her thigh, hating idle time, thinking, thinking, thinking...]

We could open another one up. Make sure that it's the same for all of the fish, and not just that one. [A beat. And it's not like she cares or anything, but—] Think your stomach can handle one more?

[Don't puke on her. She'll die on the spot.]