She sighs and looks out over the sea. Without power, everything just got fifteen times more complicated. Her thumb runs along the roughness of the handle.

"More trials and tribulations from our captors most likely." Brigid is just a little bit bitter about that. "It's not as if the food shortage is enough. No, they have to make it so what little food we do have is going to go bad, so that we gorge and then starve. It's... psychological warfare, really." She's read enough history to know something like that. It's not a pleasant thought.

"Pile on the issues until we crack and turn on one another."