"Oh, I...didn't really register that meant food," Chase offered lamely, shoving his hands into his pockets. "And, uh...that's neat. The Lucy thing, I mean. We did some neat stuff too," he said without elaborating. He was grateful for the cigarette when it was offered, momentarily pocketing his phone again without looking at it, then reached into one of his others for his survival kit, taking out one of the matches to light it.
"I don't know if I want venison," he admitted, pausing to take a drag then handing the cigarette back to Kiley as he continued, moving to make sure that the smoke wouldn't head towards Pam as he left his mouth. "Reminds me of Bucky. And...I dunno. I feel like all this we've got the past few days is kind of...like...building incentive. Like we'll get used to having opportunities to get food, but then They'll start making us do worse things to get them."