"We get rations every week," Krok says in answer to the question of food, "but as for anything else immediately, I'm surprised there isn't more on the tables." He can't imagine who might have taken it. Not at all.

And that actually brings him to how he'll answer the rest of Misfire's opening verbal volley. How the jet will take it all, well. It's a good thing Misfire's still leaning on him like this, because at least it'll help stabilise him from whatever process got them here before he gets all the bad news.

"No DJD as far as I know," Krok begins, and he's openly grateful for that small blessing. There's enough to consider and worry about without having to dodge any of those monsters at the same time. "I've tried to be present every time new arrivals come just to be sure. As for leaving… I'm not sure we can." His expression turns thoughtful as he fidgets some wrapped bit of food in one hand. "I've asked around and looked for myself, and as far as anyone knows, you don't really leave under your own power. Outside the city is a wasteland and you're likely to die before you reach any other signs of civilisation."