"No," she said in answer to both of his questions. Her own voice was listless, her thoughts in places as dark as Clint's. "Suppose I will." But instead she lingered, making no move to go back inside. She watched as a scuffle broke out far below on the beach, the monsters scrabbling with one another over what looked like another human's carcass. What a nightmarish world to live in.
After a moment of silence Wanda sat down beside Clint, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the sloped roof. "We're running low on food," she mumbled after awhile, abruptly. It wasn't anything Clint didn't know, Wanda was just thinking aloud, saying what everyone else had maybe been too afraid to address to one another or to their leader. Wanda glanced his way, thinking how he didn't look much like a fearless leader. He looked about as lost as she felt.