"Yeah, yeah, so," Viktoria sat back down on her wooden bed, clearing her throat, "th-that sounds good. Then we have time to decide future tactics, or something..."
And then her stomach grumbled, again... she really needed something to eat. Viktoria kicked up some dirt, turning a piece of fruit around in her palm. This really wasn't enough. Looking up to Lancer, the Master spoke hesitantly, "Can you, um, go look... for food, if-" She stopped herself short, realizing that this Lancer was her Servant, and she wasn't obligated to ask what works for his convenience. But then again, she just knew she can't help being polite. "Some, some meet would be good." Her mouth pulled back into an almost apologetic, closed smile, before her eyes darted back to the ground at her feet.
"A-and afterwards we can try to, uh, strengthen the defenses around here, or..."