[completely unlike the cautious Daryl, Saitama is traipsing down the hall whistling. One arm is swinging along carefree, the other holding a bag slung over his shoulder. He's decided to play bald Santa with his snack-stash, since he was informed that any horded food needed to be returned and held as rations. He calmly decided "fuck that" and packed his snacks into a bag, giving them out to anybody who would take them and gobbling down the rejected ones along the way. He definitely gives warning with his loud presence, but he has no clue that the other man is around the corner and jumps to see him suddenly, knife in hand.]
found my way down a hallway with no lights
Whoa!