[Rhys rubs his fingers together, feeling dirt and grit and half-wondering if his hands are even his hands anymore, as strange from the rest of him as they seem.

Enoch's got a point, but Rhys has been distributing and sharing his supplies freely since he got here, seeing the benefit in being prepared for every situation.]

I've been running supplies for a while now, between the Bunker and other places. I just kind of figure it's good to have extra on me to spread around, when people are doing other work. At least I can keep them fed and healthy, you know?