"I heard someone mentioning it," Addie explained casually. He was British so he tended to stand out in the sea of American currently residing on Grand Station. "I'm Addie," she added quickly to even the situation. It wasn't fair of her to know his name and he didn't know hers.
"A ventilation system would be really helpful," she mused. "But I don't know if it would drawn attention either. I just know cold canned food is killing me and I really need to do something about it," Addie went on. "I was a wannabe chef before the pandemic and I'm on kitchen duty here...so to speak," she said with a shrug. They didn't have much of a kitchen after all. "I think we need to improve our way of life. I don't know if Manhattan is the best place for us to stay..." her voice trailed off and she was quiet for a moment.
Addie walked over one of the chairs that was still in one piece and sat down. "The way I see it we need to move forward. We should be thinking about a farming community or something like that. We can't live off industrialized food for long...we need to start thinking about growing our own food resources," Addie stated looking at Bennett. "What do you think?"