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"Just getting ready to go look for the people we're still missing," he sighs as he leans across the mattress to reach for his bag and pull it closer so he can double-check he has everything he needs, including some water and a packet of crackers. People in pain might not have been able to sleep, after all, so he's been cutting his own food short and making up for it with the other two Beacon necessities in order to make sure there's still food for others who don't have all options available to them. In times like these, at least they have the flexibility that evidently comes with death.

Satisfied he's prepared, he stands and shoulders the bag, then clips his lantern to the strap. "I'll see you around."

[worthallthis]

Soldat heads for the door, and holds it for Rosi since he seems ready to go. They absolutely understand the nonexistant joys of rationing. They're doing it, too. And doing their best to stretch what they have in the daily meals. "Good luck, Rosinante. I'll be going out again after my sleep, too. Here's hoping we find some of them."