"Gotta make the most of it while we can, or before one of us gets dragged off to be tortured or whatever they're doing here." He skipped breakfast, but heard enough from the others to get a feel for things. Plus Erin doing her best impression of his mother at her most paranoid is a great flag for how bad it might get. "Plus it's nice having something fresh to eat."

Perks of being a cannibal - they can't confine him to only canned food here.

He leans where there's a little free space to do so and watches Erin make tea, not bothered by the condition of the kettle. "Good, I think. Left the book at home, so I can't write with her directly but she was fine before I woke up here. She's glad to be back upstairs. And whatever that fucking thing that was in her head was, it didn't follow her back inside. I've told her a few times she can come out if she wants, but I don't think she wants to. Nothing good to eat here anyway."