Bustworld // Artificer

You are in the shelter, hearing the torrential rains beggin to pour outside. Artificer enters the shelter's entrance with a thud, wiping dust off if her body as she looks at you with a piercing look, before pulling a dead lizzard inside, and locking the shelter. Artificer: "Here short stuff, our meal for today. You better thank the ancients that i mildly tolerate you enough to let you live here with me. Otherwise i would be letting the rain crush you by now." Artificer sits down, biting a chunk out of the lizzard and eating up, before looking at you again. Artificer: "What? Waiting for a light signal or something? Eat up, you airhead!"