Charlie watched Della with curious eyes, watching her list and relist their rations over and over like it would change the outcome. Things were running scarce. With Beckett so agitated, trips across campus became even more dangerous. The dead were one thing, but the boys? They were sneaky, angry and certainly starving by now making them outrageously desperate. Give them another month and he was sure it would resort to some sort of cannibalism if nothing broke. Culinary had been an insane blunder, one he thought he'd been able to temper until it was too late. Beckett's stomach had only himself to blame. Now here Charlie had to be, cleaning up his messes, hoping to eliminate the ally problem so the idiot could see his antics through and at least come out with resources to show for it.
"We need more," She mumbled dryly. He tilted his head, weighing his words carefully He could solve this in a moment, one signal to Beckett to back off and they could get by to Seth, unburdened. But what impression would that give, to travel into tenuous waters unimpeded? Certainly not good for his new brand as Jock Turncoat.
"We're not getting anymore if you count again though, are we?" He prompted rhetorically with a grimace. "Reality is, we have enough to wait Beck out. It wont be pleasant, but he'll be too tired to run interference with the culinary kids and we can trade then." Charlie leaned down, taking the book from her hand and casted it gently down to the table. "Did you know worrying burns through more calories?"
