Chloe shakes her head. At least this is a question with an easy answer. “I didn't eat that. I don't trust those people.”

She had taken the much safer and more sensible route of stealing food from Lalo and convincing random men to give her stuff. And this, of course, eating raw meat in the woods.

“If they can make us have dreams and stuff, though, who knows? The old man’s not talking.”

Speaking of people Chloe doesn't trust.

Maybe it's easier to talk about her own unbelievable stuff. “I saw it, some of it. You wouldn't believe it either. His own people killed each other.”