Alex spends a moment more reordering the supplies to be ready in a moment for a quick grab if need be. Favored weapons are placed in reach, bags are cinched tight. Neil speaks, and Alex knows where it's going. He straightens from his crouch with an MRE pack for him and a Salisbury Steak for Neil. This he holds out.

"Of course," he answers, because of course, he'll answer regardless of wants. "But you have to trade for eating all of that and then letting me shamelessly curl up on you."