"They do, but considering all of the people that show up injured and in need, not to mention the people who live their full-time, we always need supplies," explained Penelope. Some days it felt like they ran out faster than most shelters in the city.
She thought about that last question, however and shrugged. "I don't think you need an invite. But it helps to know someone already. We just don't take anyone bitten or infected. But we can help with any injuries or illness, should you need it."
Penelope picked up her bag then, and placed the last items she had grabbed off the shelves into it. She wondered if she could get any soda or if the fridges were already broken.
Looking up again at the man she understood how it can be hard, but at least he and his sister had each other and could stick together. But her? Penelope was quiet for a moment, before finally deciding to go with honesty again. She shook her head. "It's just me," she told him. "I mean, I know people at the hospital and am friendly with others. But I don't have any family. Never had. And my best friend died recently. So it's just me. But it's alright. I get by."