[b]Preacher[/b]:

[i]{Apocalypse Town}[/i]

"...Barett?"

The questioning tone of the name probably said it all. Something about a clue to? The statement made him think about a thing or two and he was about to speak up but then he paused. Destruction of the town, the abandoned town was brought up fallowed by what looked like a slither of red sand forming and floating from nowhere somewhat inbetween the both of them. Both of these things made him frown and pocket his peanuts, his sullen tense posture changing, hands coming up to grip the ban of his beam rifle and just look at the woman before him with a befuddled look on his face.

"...Isn't destroying this place a little extreme? I know its abandoned but, could be picked up sometime, maybe be used by wandering travelers or homeless folk like the both of us did."

Sans the food thing, as Preacher was intent (once hopefully diplomatically making this conversation pass) on still raiding that kitchen if he got the chance. Realizing his posture, another mental chiding took place as he lifted his hands in a neutral fashion, frown melting from his face, that thin simple line taking hold again as he stepped forward, a mistake he realized after the fact but, well, he had to try right?

"Can't you just,y a know? Be content blowing this building or part of it up? Not everything has to go at random, dont you think?"

Stated simple and clearly, but none the less, Preacher was secretly at the ready and now confirmed why he had that sense of foreboding.