Peter huffed a breath of air as he nosed at Olena's pockets, lipping at the fabric even though he didn't smell anything edible. He sighed a little as he leaned into her hand before he turned away to find some grass to crop at, since she apparently had nothing to give him.
Jason watched, and felt some vague feeling that others might identify as envy, but he chose to ignore. He wasn't envious, and he wasn't lonely, and he didn't want to go join the others in the mall.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to get a closer look, right? It wasn't like they'd see him coming inside, unless they'd rigged alarms on the doors. Or had infrared or something.
Moving away from the shelter, he headed toward the mall. Once he reached it, he searched for the most accessible door, and stood beside it, watching inside.