[@Wick]

Giving a nod, Malik took the meat and laid it on the counter. [color=007236]Alright...I'll go and bathe in a bit.[/color] he said. Thank goodness there was some fresh water around this time around. 

Noticing that she left her gun, Malik chuckled to himself that she was now a bit carefree. Not that he didn't like it but she was being trusting and quick. When he noticed the canned foods, he thought in his mind, from when he was witnessing that maybe he'd need to stick around with this woman seeing how she had better luck with stocking up on food than he did. But what really surprised him is that she more than likely, have not been attacked getting these supplies and that left him wondering what her secret was. 

An idea popped in his head [color=007236]The next time you go, mind if I tag along?[/color] Malik thought about what his dead father's words, give a man a fish, he eats for a day. Teach a man how to fish, he eats for a lifetime. He wanted to know where she went to get her food. [color=007236]It's getting a bit worse out there. If I came with you, I can provide protection and we can look after one another.[/color] he said, taking off his jacket to reveal on his long sleeve shirt, dirt and blood that seemed to be from him and whoever he fought.

He shirt had cuts from when malik was cut in his fight. He had a large bruise on his neck nearly getting strangled. He had cuts bruises and scars around his body that some were visible as Malik turned around to head up the stairs to get his shower [color=007236]I have jerky, water and cookies as well...if you want some?[/color]