[In a low whisper:] T'is when it always starts...

[Oh you poor soul. She winces a little in sympathy, especially the food thing - something she learned to recognize on her travels in her own 'company and those in need. The amount of times one of them stopped to make roasted dodo-

Whoa sudden nostalgia trip. She moves slightly to the side.]

I know a place where ye'd be likely t' find somethin' ye would find familiar, if mine hunch be right. Soldier type, yes?