"No, I think not. You'll have to excuse me, I try to think two steps ahead of crisis. An absolutely poor excuse. I've been here... what? Approaching ten months?" It would be an instinct he'd never shake, Doc was afraid to say. Of course the Pulse would effect everyone with their various quirks. Charles knew he had to restrain his or apply in the spring months in building an office and home even if he had his concerns. Perhaps that was another reason why he hasn't selected a tribe or hasn't found shelter outside the Church. The Church is good enough and he half expected to be tossed out of the Community at any moment.
The elder doctor glanced at Scarlet for a moment and did one of those nods of his, nearly unreadable. This idea of independence could last for only so long and only so far in his head, "Needless to say then, I will be dropping by. I cannot afford to be completely giving during this time of year." Though Charles understood for wanting to pull one's fair share. But it was hard to consider what he needed or wanted at present. Notably not when Topher was giving an early Christmas gift.
"What garbage are you saying, Topher? I haven't seen you in the last two weeks because I told you not to be walking so long and so far from the Chet territories. Bad for anyone's health, really. Scarlet can manage it because young and full of vim and vigor." He carefully lifted the edges of the box and lowered it just enough so that the EMT could also see what was inside. A faint smile played on Charles' lips. He'd have to be careful with his share of the supplies but it was welcomed indeed.
"We all miss them. I simply miss the hot water. I miss the damn pharmacies for all my bitching about them." He pushed up his glasses to inch his nose in memory of past headaches, "I remember prior to the Pulse that some of my patients had issues about the pharmacies not having enough medicine for both minor aliments and serious conditions. And here we are now, finding over the counter medication as pure as gold. And what you just given us Topher? Precious. Thank you so much." And at Scarlet's joke he snorted, gloved hand dropped to his side. "Well, I trust them well enough not to light and drive at the very least."