Carter remained where he was but kept his eyes on Ryan as Clover collected his things. She'd placed them on the hood of their truck and began rummaging through the pack, pulling out items as she found them. Within a few minutes she had before her two bottles of seemingly clean water and a couple cans of food. Other than that and some stray lint, it was all she could find.

[b]"You out here alone? Travelling a little light."[/b] Carter asked concerned. He knew a lack of supplies could mean one of two things: The man in front of him hadn't caught a break. He'd been stumbling through Washington in desperate need of a resupply and was in fact surviving on his own. Or, he wasn't alone. Travelling light could mean he was a scout for a much larger group which in it's own way could be good or bad depending. It was over caution at it's finest but it'd manage to keep the both of them alive till now.