The guy was younger than he expected, as he finally got a good look at him and saw how he moved. See, JC? This is the kind of guy we should be helping. The followers... they're one thing, but these are the people who need our help. As far as Judas was concerned. He could remember living in situations as bad as this. Came with being addicted.

"Got it. I'll be back." He gave a nod, then headed off into the diner.

It wasn't more than twenty minutes before he was back, arms loaded up with supplies - two big bags of food along with what they'd need to eat them. He peered back down into the alley and was secretly glad to see the guy was actually still there and not bolted off. "Hey." A single word of warning that he was coming up, dropping the bags onto the crate.