The racket ceased with the announcement, and one set of footsteps headed back down the stairs. Jarvis had finally removed the outer sweater he'd been wearing, and rolled up the sleeves of the much thinner one underneath. He glanced from Bruce to the bowls, taking one as well as a fork as soon as it was put down.

"Fantastic. Thank you," he said cheerfully, before moving to settle himself at the small table that was settled into the corner of the kitchen as a makeshift dining room. He paused, then headed back into the front room, retrieving a couple of bottles of the generic sports drink that had been stocked in the silo. It was better than just plain water, which hs didn't quite want to hazard just yet until all of the pipes had been flushed.

"When this is done, we should try and air some of the bedclothes. They're bound to be as dusty as the rest of this place," he pointed out before setting into his food, rather enthusiastic about a meal after a few days of not touching anything.