Nicholas had revealed himself, stepping out from behind the crane game machine. It felt like his heart was in his throat and ready to be vomited out at any moment. His cursed limbs were shaking like leaves so that he could only imagine what his voice was going to sound like when he finally mustered the audacity to speak again. Still, he tightly held the machete like a bat. In reality, the slingshot wouldn't do him much harm whereas he could get a few good slices in with his weapon, no matter how dull it was.

"I just need some supplies," said the woman.

Solemnly, Nicholas shook his head. "D-Don't we all?" he said, rather upset at the fact that his supposed to be witty comment came out as a stuttered mumbling. "There's- There's nothing here," he continued. "That's why I w-was leaving. I have to, uh, I have to, uh," he shook his head again, frustrated. He spoke slower, "I have to find my own supplies."