| Dakota Atuo |
Dakota nods at cookie as he speaks, eye's lighting up at the mention of consistent food. When the meal is served her serving is gone almost before it leaves the ladle, in the name of politeness she eats her cornbread more slowly than the chili in an effort not to ask for second before everyone has been served. Once she is on her second plate it's gone almost as fast as the first, though this seems to mostly satisfy her apatite for now. "Thanks to you." She nods towards Cookie with a trace of a smile on her face.
When Hank enters the room Dakota listens to his words intently, nodding towards him when he mentions her bag. "My tribe has hunted many of them on our journey east, they should give me no trouble. And no, I do not mind the dog, Mr. Perry." Getting up from her seat at the table, Dakota approaches her bag and begins to pull the gear she believes she will need for the fight. Her double barrel shotgun, three shells and a slug, her tomahawk and her lucky battle feather. "I am ready, tell me when you are and we will go." She says to the rest of the group before taking her seat again at the table, asking for another small helping of chili.