"Kinda," he says wryly, but he's choosing to leave it at that. Somehow he doubts the revelation of by the way, he hunts the creepy shit that hides in the dark would go over very well at all.

He doesn't like the sound of there not being any food, but then again, he doesn't think he's likely to keep anything down himself. Still, people can't really survive on water alone.

"That doesn't sound good," he mutters dubiously. Focusing on her has just gotten atypically difficult, and he redoubles his efforts. "And we don't know who this 'they' is?"