The expression that crossed his face as she ticked off the list of things that could have been worse, equated to: ‘Wow, thanks. I hate it.’ She wasn’t wrong, sure, but putting the mental image of them starving to the point of cannibalism, then dying anyway? Not. Helpful. Magda.

He was anxious on a good day, and this… Was not helping that. Llewellyn liked to be prepared for things, upsets in his planned day were not something he liked and this was all one very large upset in the grand plan. He had people who needed him, after all.

Llewellyn doesn’t really voice all this, he doesn’t have a chance. The playful push (blessedly not hard considering the rest of the day), actually managed to almost send him sprawling. The kid was not stable on his feet, and the sand didn’t help, so Magda was treated to a repeat of earlier as he tried to keep his balance. At some point, the teen was very sure he would fail to do so and he would face plant in the sand.

It was just a matter of time.

But hey, she was excited about food and if she could help him find the bag, then they could both get a snack with plenty left to share with the other survivors for the day at least. “Uh.... Well, it wasn’t orange, no. It was green plaid?” So... kind of loud, in its own way.