He would watch Amy as she approached, and when she went to touch him, he seemed to step aside; perhaps intentionally, or perhaps just coincidentally. It actually was intentional, as he didn't like being touched. But, he was moving now to get bowls, and doesn't say anything about it, not wanting to offend her with a problem he has. "Nice to meet you." He said, quietly.<br/><br/>Brian may note the windows actually aren't board up, it's just that the shades--big, thick, solid ones-- covered the windows completely, and they were weighed down by literal weights so as to be unable to accidentally go back up.  They didn't even need to be barricaded, because they were so high off the ground level (and the shrubbery along the front of the place was directly infront of the windows, creating a sort of barrier.). He just kept the place so that it couldn't be seen inside of, since the infected, as he called them, made good use of all their senses. If they couldn't see anything inside, and couldn't hear anything, they had no reason to come bothering him.<br/><br/>"I'm not keen on going anywhere, so long as this place remains safe and well stocked." He'd say quite firmly, when people bring up the subject of moving. "Though if I had to, I have a motorcycle in the front." It was actually the only motor vehicle in the parking lot, because the diner had not been open when the shit hit the fan.<br/><br/>"I can point you towards a few gas stations you might want to hit up, though. I'll say right now, though, don't go to the Mobile station in the north of town. It's right by some apartment buildings, and the apartment buildings themselves are crawling with Infected people. Makes sense, right? You had about 300 people all living in the same building..." He shrugged his shoulders, that question and last sentence being more to himself than to anyone.<br/><br/>He would get a ladle, and start filling the bowls with the stew. Their were thin, evenly sliced bits of onions, celery, potato, and carrots in it. Their was beef stock, and small strips of beef jerky that have become soft; their just wasn't any possible way for him to get his hands on fresh meat these days. The soup was a bit on the salty side because of the jerky.<br/><br/>"I've got glass bottles of fancy mineral water in storage, for anybody that wants something to go with it. Spring water in plastic, too.  The soda machine doesn't work any more, but I've still got the cases of carbonated water and flavor syrups, so I can mix up some sodas if anybody wants them."