The morning table was set with a bountiful collection of foods, some exotic to Irina and the others, but that didn't stop Killian from digging into it. He was famished. The hulk of a man beside him, Tracker, inhaled and allowed the scents of the food to fill his nostrils and his mind, in turn, give him a sense of home he'd never felt in the United States.
"So, Tracker," Killian asked between mouthfuls of Kaek and tea, "What pack did you originally come from? Because you are not from the United States."
Tracker gave him a silly grin, "How can you tell?" He asked, using his right hand to pick up a piece of pita and dip it into his hummus. The man shrugged his shoulders, "I really don't know."
Killian tilted his head, "What do you mean?"
Tracker swallowed his food before explaining hi
