Mario was about to retort with a snappish, defensive denial of his sulkiness. He stopped himself short however, reining his temper in. He was sulking. That just darkened his mood. And now he was a depressed computer. Kicking himself for wallowing in self-pity, he spoke again, quietly. His emotional ball was still shrouded, however.
"The kitchen isn't the only place we have food. There's a storage room along the north wall where food was stockpiled in case the laboratory needed to hold against a sustained assault. Mostly dry goods. There might be some MRE's in stock, even."
"The kitchen isn't the only place we have food. There's a storage room along the north wall where food was stockpiled in case the laboratory needed to hold against a sustained assault. Mostly dry goods. There might be some MRE's in stock, even."