Sawyer looks at the food, hesitant, but slowly scooches forward to it. He wants to shove it all in his mouth quickly and he only manages to slow himself a little bit. Even with the other's answer he finds that he doesn't understand it. His head tilt, his blond hair falling forward over his eyes before he looks down at the food and focuses on eating more. The fear of it being taken away is too present.

His brow furrows and he tries not to think too much but fear is curling in his stomach.

"They'll come..." he whispered and things will be worse and they'll kill more people.