Kevin forced composure on himself, stomaching the bile still by some miracle of god, but he wasn't saying that part out loud.  He was highly interested in the new addition to the party, seeing as she was a survivor and what not.  It was something he highly valued in a woman, if not for the fact that the gates of hell were right outside the door and humping the hinges as they spoke.  Kevin felt into his pocket, finally finding the mostly empty pack of cigarettes.  He drew one, set it to his lips and lit up.  The smoke was a little stale, but still just what the doctor ordered.  He looked to the still naked Esther, realizing that he had something of use for the situation.<br/><br/>"Hey," he moved over to the side of the bed.  He knew she'd been through some brutal shit, but he had to focus on keeping everyone sane.  Bryce seemed to be a prime candidate for his services, but logically Esther was the best choice, as she had been here longer.  "Hey," he added a bit more gruffly, trying to break her concentration on crying.  He slid some of the food from his bag to her under the bed, along with some of his water, already half way empty from his drinking.  "Eat up.  We're going to find a way out of here, and we all need your help."  He looked to the others, a tear of pain filled his eye.  He looked to Bryce first.  The poor kid had obviously never handled death on such a close level.  He knew better than to bother him for the time being.  He would wake up and realize that she was gone soon.<br/><br/>He laid down again, looking under the bed at Esther.  "You smoke?  I've got a couple more."