Dex dropped the pack he was carrying, enjoying the feeling of relief as the weight on his shoulders eased as the heavy bag rested on the concrete floor. He sighed, suddenly feeling the wave of exhaustion rolling over him after coming this far. Combined that with the anxiety he felt towards the prospect of encountering other groups of people, he was definitely looking forward to resting for a few hours.<br/><br/>He kneels down, unzipping the encumbered pack to withdraw a heavy blanket and some of the dried meat they had kept stored. He'd allow Fia to set up their makeshift 'camp', while he went to work on building themselves a small fire to cook their fresh kill to prevent the risk of the meat going bad. Thankfully, they weren't as exposed in the abandoned storefront which provided them with some semblance of shelter and with darkness setting in, the plumes of smoke from the small cooking fire would be invisible to anyone travelling by.<br/><br/>Dex settled himself down, laying out some items and tools that had been kept inside the large backpack, tools that they had scavenged along their journey. Dex set to work on clearing out a small space along the otherwise messy floor, setting up a small perimeter where the fire would be so Sofia could set to work on cooking the meat. He'd wait until his other half returned with the kindling they would need to get the fire started, in the mean time Dex scoped out their surroundings, making a mental note of their most accessable escape routes and any openings that could allow someone to sneak up on them.<br/><br/>"Took you long enough." Dex muttered as Fia approached, her otherwise silent footsteps padded along the dusty concrete floor. He lifted his gaze to catch her looking down at him as she entered the makeshift camp. His eyes wandered along her features searching her expression for any sort of worry or anxiousness after her brief interaction with the others. He took the handful of branches, dried leaves, and other kindling from her and set to work on starting the small fire.<br/><br/>"What are your thoughts, Fia?" He asked her, focusing on the task at hand while listening to what she had to say. He withdrew a small lighter from his back pocket, hoping that there was enough fuel to at least spark the bundle of dried leaves he held in his free hand. Thankfully the leaves were dry enough that a few sparks we're enough to set the bundle alight. He quickly placed the bundle at the center of the exposed space and added a few of the branches to the growing flame. He would venture out for a few larger pieces of food in a few minutes, but first Dex wanted to hear what Fia had to say.