"Oh," he says quietly. He feels so lost. This is really overwhelming, and his desire to live is warring with his desire to just do right. Even committing himself to survival tears at his pacifist nature, in all honesty, because even if he doesn't offer anyone violence...the fact is, getting things that might save his life may mean that someone else can't use them, that someone else will die. He doesn't know how to reconcile it, so he really doesn't want to think about it right now.

He clears his throat a little after Venus asks him about tactics, and straightens slightly. "There were certainly far more baked goods in the cafe than I could ever eat, but they likely won't last long. As I said, I've only been on the first two floors, so I don't know if there might be something else on the other ones. But there seems to be plenty provided, for the moment. Which makes sense if they're putting us in an urban environment where unpackaged food would be scarce anyway."