[ Peter's brows lift at that, thoughtful in a way he hasn't been capable of being since his fresh arrival to this place. He's been so fucking out of it, like the world's most haunted television set blipping between channels but none of them are actually working, his mind a persistent buzz of static. But now he has something to concentrate on, think about, and he's learned by now that this place isn't The City. It gives him something to compare, even if he's still pretty dazed by all of this. ]

It was like that in the last place I was before here. No money. We all just kinda... took stuff.

[ Whatever was real at all, that is. Half the time stuff just seemed fake. ]

Are there a lot of goods and stuff around here? Food? [ He has to wonder. It'd be nice if he could get some real food.... (and other things. God he is in desperate need of some marijuana.) ] I'd kill for some Cheetos.