If pressed, Chase couldn't say this was precisely the last thing he would have wanted to do that day. Considering everything that had happened the past few days, getting kidnapped by a night creature was definitely in last place, followed by a few other Zenith-specific horrors, and probably public speaking. He'd seriously considered bringing his new toy on the walk with them, but one, wasn't sure how Pam would react to it, and two, didn't know if he could reliably carry food and the versatile, totally-not-a-battle-axe-made-out-of-a-shovel.
"I got local stuff. Uh, stuff from around where I live, I mean. A milkshake and a sandwich," Chase relayed as he reached into his pocket for his phone so they could navigate. "And I think the fish probably hate me more than you right now," he told Kiley, smirking before glancing back at Pam. "I...uh...don't remember if you said. Did you get anything?"