Lindsey spared the man a glance as he wiped some of the sweat off his brows. A dark outfit in the sweltering heat of the desert sun was a dangerous thing, and he was already at the end of his supply of fluids from his cornucopia trip.

"Do you have a knife?" He asked, looking at the copied carcass. The torso was still intact, more or less, and it reeked gutting and cleaning, as well as skin and fur stripped from the meat.