"Tell me about it. I ain't hunted a damn thing in months." A fact he was more than a little sore about. Nothing wrong with Nancy's food, or with anything out in FDC, but... it'd become sort of a pride point to be able to survive on what his own teeth brought down.

"S'usually a rough time getting any prey in winter, but... hell, makes me glad I ain't completely wild. Even if that moon weren't breathin' down our necks, we'd still be in trouble, y'know?" A kind of bleak thought -- what if the moon stayed right where it was? What if things didn't go back to normal after this was fixed? It was more than a little hard not to be morbid with your imminent death literally hanging overhead, though.