Nothing from here on out but houses.

[ Awful, isn't it? The lack of a convenience store on every other block or so on top on miles and miles to walk.

John's not looking much at the other, but he doesn't seem to be avidly avoiding it, either. His eyes flicker over their surroundings, echoes of wariness still lingering from his first days. Not a wise idea to get comfortable, even if life seemed simple enough. ]

I'll go and check the shops for your things tomorrow. Sometimes they come in through that way if they don't come with you.