"This place is easiest to get to," he offers, once he has straightened out his coat to the point where it only looks as if he's got a serious case of bad posture. It is warmer with the coat on, yes, but not entirely uncomfortable.

(Questions are worse. So is the name calling.)

Skellig extends his hand, if she wishes to take it.

"There is a real...store. Grocery," he corrects. "Closer to the center. It should have bread."