May popped the blade of the can opener into the can, pouring the juice into a glass before opening it the rest of the way. Her dog stood right next to her leg, nose sniffing in the air at the fruity juices. Even still, she was a beggar. May dumped a small amount of the juice into a small bowl of dried dog food on the ground, wetting it with the sweet juice. She handed the can and a fork, which she wiped off on a cloth, to Cylana. "I used to live here...I suppose I still do...though some may debate whether its actually 'living'." She walked away into one of the side rooms, only separated by part of a cement wall. The ping of metal, and sloshing of liquids could be heard. May kept a bucket beneath one of the windows regularly, to collect any rain water that drizzled in. Good thing the basement used to flood...though once upon a time it would have been more of a nuisance. She brought it back, setting it down next to the girl, a cloth set over the side of it. "It's cold...but I know that I personally can't stand to be dirty. With the water supplies being shut off, or cut off(depending on the source: Monster or Government) it becomes difficult to wash, I know."