The snack cakes are all hers. The jerky, on the other hand? Maine grunts; he'd been planning to grab that, too.

"Share jerky."

Not now, but later. Come to think of it, they should probably hit a few stores for shit like that. Jerky, dried food, other survival gear. Maybe there's some kind of sporting goods store around. Or, better yet, a place that sells hunting equipment. They could use some extra ammo.

With those thoughts in mind, Maine looks over the merchandise again. Clothing. That would be a good place to start. Much as he loves his armor, even Maine knows they can't wear it all the time.