Five watches Gyre with all the intensity of a hawk until he actually picks up his fish and eats it. If he'd thrown it away she was going to throw it like a baseball directly into his face multiple times until he ate it. Don't waste food!

But she doesn't have to go that far, because he munches it down quick and then-- Just ignores her. She makes the facial equivalent of a :| as he talks to the Wizard instead of, you know, saying thanks for the fish or something.

The Wizard, meanwhile, lets her gaze drift up to Gyre. If he's being particularly observant, he'll pick up on the soft humming of motors and engines running as she turns to him and gives him her characteristic soft smirk.

"Something close to 'alive', what about you?" She answers, curious how he'll take that as her first answer.