Unlike everyone else, Lust decided to forgo a large breakfast. She wasn't in the mood for food. Her nerves were still raw from the previous night, and she found the more anxious and irritated she was, the less food interested her. Human bodies were ridiculously illogical.

With nothing but a bit of fruit on her plate, Lust took a seat across from Edward. He was better company than most, she supposed. Though she was beginning to wonder where Scar had gotten himself to this time.

She didn't bother with pleasantries, only nodded to the alchemist as she sat down.