Well he'd been hoping to save this until Charlie was a little more present, but if he's coherent enough to question it now it might well be the best time they'll get.

"We have one, but right now someone's using it as their own home base," he comments ruefully, shifting to sit slightly closer to the fire, so he's facing Charlie more head-on. "Look, this town we've landed in, Milton - there's no power here. And no access to the greater world, between the mines, the forests, t-the mountains around us - it's just us, all the people that've been brought here. The only supplies we have are the ones we can make, o-or salvage. Food is, er." His mouth tightens, but he takes a breath and continues easily enough, "It's whatever we can hunt, or gather for ourselves. So things tend to be... limited, across the board."