"Well, I want to treat you, it's alright." She said with a comforting smile and took the matches. She pushes her onto a cardboard box to sit. "Stay," she said and with a grunt carried the pot out of the warehouse. She gathered some sticks and arranged a fire quickly. She took three sticks and speedily carved out notches into the two large sticks with her pocket knife. She runs and grabs some rope, ties the pot to the remaining stick, and sets it on the carved sticks, allowing it to hang. She threw the macaroni into the pot and went into her backpack and put some herbs into the pot she had in her bag. She ran into the warehouse, "vegetables?"