"Sure it's food," she said defensively. "The eggs are better, but claw meat's okay." To demonstrate, she set the claw down on the scorched, rusty table that served for a counter and whacked it with the nearest heavy object, which turned out to be a crowbar. The tip cracked reluctantly and she pried off the broken bit to slurp up the meat. "Fawkes doesn't really live here," she explained around her mouthful. "He lives down by Underworld. Too human around here for him. But he does stop by. So does Charon. Don't really know where he goes when he's not around. And Gob and Moira are here sometimes. But it's pretty much just me living here. The robot is, y'know, a robot."