He'd dozed off near sunrise, slept for a few hours; he'd been able to relax a little more easily when he'd heard Serena's breathing even out. Still, it frustrated him that she looked at him as though he were some sort of criminal. He'd done nothing to her.
"Picked out what you want?" His voice was low, gravelly, and he rubbed his face with one hand. "Make sure you take shit with protein an' stuff. Not just fruit. Gonna need the energy."
Grabbing his pack off the floor, he navigated the aisles; some Power Bars, some fruit, some canned veggies. Water. Batteries for his flashlight. In some ways, it would suck to leave this place. He'd been well-stocked and secure, here. But he would have died here, eventually, waiting for someone.
Ripping open a Power Bar, he bit into it, chewed, swallowed, grimaced. They weren't the most appetizing of things, really...