So we have these things called Cystypigs, right? They're about the closest to Earth species we got. They grow a bunch of tumours out of their skin that naturally fall off, and we package em and eat em. Probably the safest food we've got. Doesn't taste the greatest, but it means there's less need to breed them since they don't gotta be slaughtered until they get way too old.

[ she explains this all very matter of factly. ] It is kinda like Slowpoke tails here, except I'm not sure if those grow back. The Cystypigs do, forever.

We don't really have hunting in the way it exists here, either. I've been trying to do some stuff my friend Nyoka taught me-- oh, she works as a body guard on Monarch to protect people from the really nasty creatures in the wilderness-- but it's still quite. Weird. Especially with the whole, uh, compulsive urge to... you know.

[ at least the water pump has been a positive outlet for said compulsion for murder that nobody's really judging her for, but still. she's been doing pretty okay with keeping it in check for the most part. ]