[He takes a seat at the table across from her, setting the small bag he's brought with him on the table as well, about to start digging through it when she asks him a question.]

No, I screwed it up before I got here and just keep making it worse, so...

[No real point in wasting time and supplies and all of that. Even though he knows some people here have healing powers and he's considered asking for a favor, he's pretty sure he'd manage to injure himself five minutes after getting it healed anyway.]

We haven't been looking much in the abandoned homes, just the stores.

[So that's an idea. But they've generally been playing it safe, and the stores are more frequently visited and so less likely to be newly homes to monsters.

He pulls out a few little containers of one of the strictly vegetarian meals Sam had showed them how to make, offering one toward Maketh.]

Not sure if you, you know. Had much food to go with your alcohol.

[And for some time after he and his friends arrived in this place even doing something as simple as making food had been a daunting task, after what they'd gone through at home. He imagines turning into a monster and dying probably puts Maketh in a similar position, and he isn't sure if she has anyone looking out for her the way his friends had all looked out for each other.]