The nudge back makes Prometheus smile, but it doesn't last long. He's disheartened to hear that Kinner has been harassed. "Why would they accuse you of being an alien? Because of your experience with the Thing? How do they know about that?" He would have thought Kinner might receive trouble due to his small stature, or his access to food. This is an unexpected problem.

A pause, and then he adds in commiseration, "The storm has put everyone under a lot of stress. I've had to break up a number of altercations in the shelters. People fighting over resources." His brow furrows and he adds, "There were medical supplies stolen as well." War profiteering leaves the sourest taste in his mouth. Not even Ares, bloodthirsty as the God of War could be, approved of such things.

At least there is something to look forward to, once all of this is over. If he can help get Yaya's restaurant up and running again. That's more people that he really ought to check on at some point. "You can bring as many oysters as you like. I'll bring the largest sheet of baklava I can find."