MANDIE + MARCUS
As Powell took the granola bar he was reminded of how he was going to have one Hell of a cheat filled weekend as it pertained to his usual regimented diet which caused him to grimace a bit as he broke the bar into two and handed half of it back up to Mandie.
At her declaration that he could not save everyone he simply nodded. She knew it. He knew it. There was no use discussing it as far as he was concerned. To do so would only make matters even more difficult and he already had enough to deal with at present.
"It's been a while." Although at the time he supposed he had not slept, so much as been positioned on a branch for a number of hours, watching the world through the scope of a rifle. "But I don't plan on sleeping up here. Not if I can avoid it."
Glancing up at Mandie he had to say he was fairly impressed with how well she seemed to be holding herself together, all things considered. He had seen women and grown men break down into inconsolable tears for far less than what they faced.
"We should scour the plane, too. See what else might be of use." There would certainly be enough unclaimed baggage to pilfer through he imagined.