"I'm Andrew, that is Alan." He stepped forward, Alan following behind him. He wasn't sure the barn was the best place to hide out, the wood didn't seem as sturdy as it could be, but then he hadn't seen much danger in the area. He grinned at the girl, Violet she said her name was. "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Alan rolled his eyes, of course Andrew wouldn't miss the opportunity to be a flirt. He pushed pass, the pack slung over his shoulder slipping. "Not much, but it's tasty." He was too tired to be bothered with much and dropped down to the floor near the fire. After dumping what he considered to be dinner on the floor beside him, he tore open the bag of jerky. "Help yourself." He said through a mouthful of jerky. It wasn't much, but it was protein, and it would help keep them alive another day. Besides, he was being selfish and didn't want to share their... better food. The canned goods they had gotten last week were all but sacred to him, and he wanted to use them sparingly, something Andrew didn't agree with. If Andrew had his way, he'd eat whatever, whenever without rationing.