fetchin

[ he's here, too, apparently unarmed and looking relatively exhausted - the insomnia from those spores was not kind to him, predictably - but unable to pass up a chance to explore the wreckage regardless of his lingering symptoms. He's been mostly quiet, but it's evident that's due to his serious demeanor more than any sort of surliness; her comment gets a short breath from him, the suggestion of a laugh. ]

Don't get my hopes up. [ he misses the food from his home ... so much ... ] Have you found anything?

[ he's got a crate open, but it's obvious that something else had gotten it open before he got here. The contents are mostly chewed-up remains of waterlogged papers - presumably photographs or paper files of some kind that didn't make it past some critter's stomach. ]