"Hey, waitressing, seamstress, factory work. You've got the cream of the crop." Though she was right. If they went in for any kind of restaurant or bar work, it was less likely anybody would care if they didn't show up the next day. He hadn't thought about that, just mostly about the tips that they could get, the instant money.
"Too bad we didn't grab a paper. We could have looked for jobs and rentals." He wasn't going to budge from this spot now. It was all 20/20 hindsight at this point.
Taking the knife from her, Johnny made a sandwich of his own. He was careful to not unbalance the peanut butter and honey ratio, not wanting it overly sticky, and not wanting a drippy mess. He carefully licked the peanut butter from the knife - very very carefully - and then slid it back where he'd found it.
Other than that show of weaponry, it almost was like they were just having a picnic in the park. Like normal people. Normal people who hadn't been abducted by aliens.
"We've got a problem I think." He said, after a bite. "I take first watch, and I don't ever wake you up. You take first watch, and I don't sleep because I'm not real tired and I'm trying to outwait you so I can take first watch. Then we both end up passing out and nobody is on first watch."