Even before she was pulled into this Azeroth, Vas couldn't recall when she last ate. Sure, it had to have been sometime in the last day or so, probably at the officer's commissary on the upper-tier of the Exodar, but damn it all if she can't remember if she was eating breakfast or lunch. At any rate, it had to have been hours ago.

The smell of cooking meat draws her to the campfire, and in spite of it being grilled bear, she finds it hard to not drool. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole cow," she says, swallowing in anticipation.

"Er, no, I mean... horse? That's the phrase, yes? 'Horse'?" she asks after a moment, looking to Zelos for an answer.