The fact that Gwen called him 'babe' confused him, and he couldn't help the brief eyebrow raise. Lingo as lingo all over the place, he supposed, and once he finally leaned back far enough to grab his mask he let go of the steering wheel altogether to put it on, shoving his hair out of the way and adjusting it before turning right. They had essentially just gone in a long circle, now pulling up to where Gwen arrived.

"Not starving. Rationing." He jerked a thumb over to the melted can of dog food. "Emergency supplies in the trunk. I've been using that for now. Power Pup is nasty, but at least I know where it comes from. Big cities like this, they'll rip you to shreds if you're not careful. Little things. Drugged water. Laced food. Propaganda. Next comes the thought adjustment tests and the knock-knock-knockin' in your door 'cause your brother hasn't taken their meds."