Claire was crouched, hiding behind a low wall. There was a family inside the house the other side of the wall. A family that had food. Claire's stomach growled. If she could get them out of the house she could get that food.

"Kirk," Kevin said from next to her. "I've got an idea." Kevin was one of the kids she had taken under her wing. She swore she'd protect them. Most of them had been on the wrong side of Kodos's divide and had only escaped because their parents had hidden them. Both of Kevin's parents were dead.

"It better not be stupid, Riley," She said, glaring at him.

"It might be," Kevin vaulted the wall and ran towards the window. "Hey!" He yelled and started to make an absolute nuisance of himself. Claire rolled her eyes but didn't waste time as the father, followed by the mother, left the house. She could see two kids, one about 8 - Kevin's age - and one a few years younger, stick their heads round the front door. She ran, in as much of a crouch as she could manage, around the back of the house and through the back door. Rapidly, she filled the bag over her shoulder with as much of the families food as she could take - without leaving them to starve.

Kevin appeared over her shoulder. "Hey, Kirk," he said. "I lead them down the street and slipped off a long time before they caught me."

"Good, help me grab some stuff we could use," She said, slinging the bag over her shoulder and starting to rummage through the family's cupboards. She grabbed a frying pan, a can opener and a pair of blunt scissors.

"Can do boss," Kevin said, as he began rummaging through draws. He pulled out a few sharp knives, a couple spoons and a bottle opener.

"What do you think we could do with that?" She said, pointing at the bottle opener.

"Open bottles," Kevin stated.

"We don't have any bottles," Claire pointed out.

"Right," Kevin agreed, throwing the bottle opener back into the draw. "Medicine cabinet."

"We're running low on bandages," Claire said, pulling at the bandages wrapped around her chest.

"I know," Kevin said as he bolted off to find the medicine cabinet and steal all of their bandages and painkillers. Kevin and Claire both knew that what Claire was doing was dangerous and there were better options. They also both knew that they didn't have access to those better options.

Claire had ripped her bra the other day and it was completely unwearable now, she knew she'd be more comfortable, more able to move, if her boobs were bound in some way but she couldn't get a hold of another bra (and she didn't want to) and the colony was far to small to have a supply of binders (and any there were were likely to be in use and she didn't want to deprive anyone of that luxury).

When Kevin came back, he dumped the bandages, painkillers and whatever else he thought would be useful into the sack he had. "That boy better not show his face here again!" Came an angry yell from out the front.

"Go go go," Claire said, pushing Kevin out of the house.

"I'm going."