[Who knows how long the food's been here, or if it's any good, but they'd be fools to leave it all behind. And this man looks like he's of the saem mind, having stuffed a bag full to brimming with what might come in handy later.
He can't blame him for it. Verso nods, seeing no reason why he can't help someone who can't otherwise access what he needs. His eyes briefly drift down to the wheelchair, then to his bag, then back up at Charles, nodding.]
Sure. Though...
[He supposes this requires a modicum of trust—and that's understandable if someone can't spare it for a stranger—but he'd be remiss not to at least offer-]
There's another way to keep both of our hands free while still carrying several bags worth of what we want to lug out of here.
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He can't blame him for it. Verso nods, seeing no reason why he can't help someone who can't otherwise access what he needs. His eyes briefly drift down to the wheelchair, then to his bag, then back up at Charles, nodding.]
Sure. Though...
[He supposes this requires a modicum of trust—and that's understandable if someone can't spare it for a stranger—but he'd be remiss not to at least offer-]
There's another way to keep both of our hands free while still carrying several bags worth of what we want to lug out of here.