When the young man laughed, Robert became concerned that he might have stumbled on one of those poor souls who had been driven mad by all the stress of the gravity of their situation. But soon there were actual, bona fide words coming out of his mouth, and from them Robert knew that he was at least dealing with someone who had a decent handle on himself. Robert lowered his gun, but didn't holster it.
"Alright, alright. Neither of us are bad guys." He said, his expression mild. "You'd best keep your voice down. You'll wake her, and I'll be pissed. It took me an hour to get her to sleep." He eyed the shelf in front of the other man. "All that stuff's spoiled. I already went through this isle. Took what I needed, left a few things, but they're down a few feet." He raised his flashlight and pointed the beam at a place where he had stacked a few cans of beans. "Good carbs, keep you going better than other stuff. Good find. But I couldn't carry it all."