"Of course, of course, I'd love to have a meal with you. I haven't eaten since last night, actually."

Ilyaas walked with Wendy towards the living area, where the smell of food hit him before he even entered. Today was one of those good days, apparently. He could smell canned foods, mostly; things like spam, tuna, beans, chilli, stuff people could heat and eat straight from the can. Some of the more enterprising ones had settled on plates, mashing together meat and vegetables for a primitive sort of meal. It was breakfast, after all.

He'd been tinkering with what spare parts they had lying around, mostly to just figure out what they did. What treasures he had were hidden away in his workshop; remnants of old Crusaders, working computers, even the odd plasma television or two. He was trying to design some sort of camouflage system, similar to his powers, but he was no electrical engineer and for all his fiddling around he'd come up with jack squat.

Ilyaas led her to his favourite place in the room: a small, quiet corner away from the general din in the center. He grabbed a can of soup and two packets of salted crackers from a nearby shelf and placed the can on a kerosene stove to heat. While he left Wendy to watch the soup, he made his way to the bulletin board someone had kindly set up near the main entrance. He'd took it upon himself to provide the residents of the Underground with items and provisions from aboveground, and someone had had the bright idea to compile a list of said things twice a week and place it on the board where he could find it. The list (which was a clipboard with a pen, several sheets of paper and a brightly coloured sign above it) was updated regularly by the residents who wrote down whatever they needed for him to look through on a supply day. Today was one of those days, and several of the regulars greeted him on his way to retrieve the clipboard. With that in hand he returned to Wendy, where the soup was quietly bubbling away in its can, idly looking through the requests that had been penned down.

"Mmm...looks like we're running out of water again. I can add your medical supplies to this list too, I'll get those on my first run. I might have to make several trips too...not sure how much we need and I honestly don't know how much I can carry back from above ground...hmm."

Ilyaas briefly thumbed through the other entries. He made a mental note to also bring in more paper and writing materials for the folks.