"Wow tents?" Danny exclaimed with a bit of incredulousness, "I wish we had that sort of space here. Some privacy would be nice. This whole epidemic has sort of put a damper on modesty hm?" The luxury of having your own space seemed like enough to want to switch over there completely. If he wouldn't have to cross the city to get there and get by all those things, he would have done it immediately.
He laughed at her joke and shrugged his shoulders, "No, I was never a baker. Not that French cliche, but I'm afraid I've fallen in to another French cliche of being a painter. And enjoying baguettes. And cigarettes. And wine. So actually I'm a terrible French cliche come to think of it."
"That's good to know. You think the end of the world would bring people together..." It really was good to know she wasn't just going to run off. He'd been disappointed in people far too often lately. He could tell Marga was good people though. "Well as long as I'm around, you won't ever be ignored."
"I'm a great sounding board. Take it all in stride." He laughed again as they made their way in to the make-shift mess hall, "And this is where they try to put together things resembling food. Are you hungry after all that? We could probably find something for you to eat in all this mess."