Krios, the caracal-daemon, starts to saunter forward, looking Peregrine up and down with a curiosity and walking at an angle that makes it unclear if he intends to approach or merely walk past her.

"Underground...?" There's a flicker of interest in Rita's eyes. "I lived underground most of my life, but we never tried growing food, with the lack of sunlight and all. Everything was imported from elsewhere in the Empire." Doesn't seem like that'd be an option for this guy's people.