[ what an odd assessment. xiao thinks so as he steps over a number of crates, some spilled and damaged from — whatever had stormed through the ship. many of the packaged goods are still in their wrappings, seemingly untouched aside from the dried blood that ails its otherwise pristine condition. said blood leads into a darkened room, cargo disorganized but somehow managed to survive the onslaught of abuse it potentially underwent. ]

That is hardly a viable standard to go by when evaluating the character of someone you're unfamiliar with. You ought to practice a little more vigilance.

[ — because anyone can tag along; accompanied by malicious intent, that wouldn't bode well with naive dispositions. but all xiao does is toe away discarded, spoiled goods, avoiding smashed splotches of chocolate and fruit bars in the process. all the snack bars but the protein bar seems to make themselves known to the yaksha while he surveys one of the farther corners of the room. ]

... If you happen to find— [ a surplus of almond tofu— a sentence he doesn't complete. as far as he's aware, their shelf life is a transient one; trench was like a breathing freezer right now, but. how likely would his favorite survive under these conditions anyway. on top of his reluctance to rely on outside help as well: ]

... Nevermind. I cannot find what you are looking for. Perhaps in the next room...

[ in the event that shoyo's luck is just as unfortunate. ]