The sudden voice behind him made Nate's shoulders tense, and at first he didn't want to turn around to face anyone, feeling naked even despite his long sleeves, but he wanted to see who he was talking to, so he glanced over his shoulder. Nate recognized her face. He knew she was Delaney, the woman with the sexy underwear. "We're more than shit outta luck," he said, then turned back to the shelves.
Nate's brow was furrowed as he stared at a bag of 'all natural' trail mix. It would have to do, and he opened it right there in the pantry. "What are they gonna take away tomorrow?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question, but Delaney was welcome to speculate.