"It's okay," Karen offers with a sympathetic smile, her gaze darting guiltily away as she steps back toward the door and gives it a kick closed. "You had a pretty good excuse. There really should be a warning tacked up here somewhere about that salt, it's brutal."

She sweeps the rabbits back up and deposits them on the counter for whoever's working in the kitchen next — She's gotten halfway decent at snares, and even after taking some to Kamala and Frank, there's always more than she and Claire can reasonably eat.

Without really thinking about it much, she picks up the empty glass and carries it over to the sink so she can wash it along with her hands, casting a glance over her shoulder.

"Apparently moderation— Massive moderation is the trick with it—" She huffs out a soft laugh. "Personally I'd rather not live that dangerously."