"Meat's good," Paul says, chiming into the conversation with his smiley (not really) face.

"I've got a lot of dried good in storage as it is, non-perishables, but it wouldn't hurt to have fresh protein if you're offering. I'm in the Birdhouse-- it's central, we have heating, it's pretty well sealed up.... basically, it's a safe-house for crap like this although I will admit that forty-below hadn't crossed my mind as a coming threat. I was planning more for the dinosaurs."

Paul shrugs and lights his cigarette. "Anyway, I've got plenty of room if anyone needs a warm place to stay. I can't promise five-star luxury, but we've got back-up gennies, insulated pipes, and lots of space heaters and food and medical supplies.

"You want someone to meet you and help bring in the meet, Metodyy?"