"To the center o' town, looked like, but we cannae take anythin' f'r granted," Sean says, quickly filling a bag of his own with bread and vegetables and cured meats, all laid out for daybreak, his eyes glued on the street outside. He feels rotten about it, stealing from people who obviously need whatever they can produce, but that's really the least of his concerns right now. "'Less there are more 'round the corner, we should have a straight shot back so long as we stay behind the buildings. Hopefully the others didnae dawdle like we did."