Jesse huffs a smoke-exhaling chuckle and waves for Blaze & Ghost to keep following him deeper into the subway tunnels. There's a room at the end marked MAINT. that has machinery chugging behind it. Must be the generators.

"Yeah, we still eat. Not the usual stuff like we used to. We kinda grew a taste for meat what's still raw. Not people or nothing!" Not if they can help it, anyways. "We know a gang of pig farmers who keep us in supply if we don't find stuff that ain't spoiled in stores, or huntin' in the hills ain't goin' well."

He steps over a fallen air duct, muttering how they gotta clean that up. "What about you? You eat? Sleep? Drink? And do they gotta order custom parts when somethin' on you gets busted?" Might as well have the questions going both ways since they've gotten comfortable enough to get them out there.