Kitt walked through into the cafe, it was where a large number of civilians had seemingly congregated... leaning against the cafe counter he unzipped his winter jacket, it was too warm inside, he was used to the cold.... Pulling out a pack of his own rations he was about to set about eating the mediocre meal when he though to himself...
"I'm in a cafe... why the heck am i eating rations, when i'm in a cafe?"
Smirking to himself he opened a cupboard and pulled out a pack of smoked ham, tearing open the packet he ambled over to where White was apparently trying to get some kind of snack without anyone noticing...
for some reason the prospect of fresh food, the chance of survival, and maybe that decking from the clone, Kitt was feeling in high spirits, and his outlook on all of this was a lot better than before... for the first time in ages he had to supress himself from laughing, the huge wolgon sneaking up on a pack of twinkies was aprantly very amusing to Kitt...