Jess had no qualms about taking a share of food, and he set his pack on the counter so he could grab the bundle he'd set aside in the pantry the night before. Whatever he took, he'd replace eventually, and he was getting better at it everyday by taking cues from the others' survival experience. Mapping the area was worth the cost, regardless. Staying complacent inside the town limits wasn't going to get them anywhere.

Halfway to the storage room, he looked back at her, more incredulously amused than anything else. "Coming from the girl who's named after a bird?" By that logic, the people who'd named her must have been at the height of laziness.

Grabbing the rations wrapped in cloth, he added it his supplies, then looked at her expectantly, having not failed to notice she'd come downstairs almost empty-handed. "Are you sure you don't want to bring your bag? Water?" He wasn't her dad to order her around if she was making a conscious decision to put herself through hell, but it could also be genuine inexperience on her part.