"Oh, I'll eat that," Stephanie says, serious. A staple of her childhood. "But hey, this is a good sign! There's stuff here. Nothing fresh, but stuff..."

She trails off as she opens cabinets, wandering away some.

"There's some dried beans... a jar of pickles? Does that even keep that long? Vinegar, right? Gross."

More of a question to herself than him. She doesn't expect an answer, so she asks him a better question.

"Do you think the city is better or worse than this?"