He'd taken to look down at his boots, but looks back up again when he hears his glass being filled. Nice. "Kind o' ya," he says as he takes it back up with a polite nod.

"One o' my scavengers found the place, actually. Cutter was pullin' junk outta of a subway hall we ain't gotten around to yet and found it opened up to another exit. But he popped his head up and found this waitin' on the other side rather than, say, a zed-filled street or a station.

"That was, ehhh," Jesse scratches at his stubble again, trying to think back, "'bout two weeks ago? Give or take. Time kinda goes funny in this place, I gotta say."