"You've got experience running a refugee camp? Damn, your world must not be much better than here."

The look that flickers across Joshua's face is full of sympathy for whatever hardships the woman must have faced before she ended up wandering into this place between worlds. It's followed by a small nod as the Canadian sizes her up and clearly determines she means business.

"Everyone who's come to us has been assigned a shelter. Most are in an emergency bunker not far from here while a lot of our expedition runners are holed up in a cafe that's on the edge of the safe zone. Everything is doled out on ration. Food, heating supplies, medicine for those what need it. We've got a system in place. Problem is simple. Even with us stretching things as far as they'll go, we're running out of supplies. We need to find more. Food, especially. Hunting parties and scavengers are bringing stuff in but not fast enough."