Naomi turned to the young man. She could have insisted that he take the food back more but she decided to keep it, who knows when she'll need more food and if she'll get it, especially if she's going to try to make her way to Stadium-Armory on the surface. She put the cans in her bag and shrugged. "The name's Naomi, I guess you could say I'm from Serbia but I don't remember being there except for the language, so I'll just say I'm from Stadium-Armory because that's really where I grew up." She smiled before turning back towards the group that was standing in front of her.

"If you follow me I'll show you around the 'food market' and you can pick and choose what you wish." She walks down the strip that served as the food market, a few people stared at her but they seemed to make a conscious effort not to look at her when they saw the 7-foot tall tiger walking with her. "As you can see there really isn't much to be found here. Most people sell canned goods, but if you get really lucky you can find some sewer rat or, on the very rare occasion, chicken. Though you won't want to eat that unless you have some reliable way of cooking it. I don't know much about the economy from... Huntington I assume? But in Metro Center they use a barter economy, so you won't really get far unless you have something to trade, and old money basically means jack-shit to these people, though some still accept it." Naomi remembers learning that the hard way, coming from a society without much in the way of possessions and absolutely nothing in the forms of an economy.

Naomi points to a small stall at the end of the station. "Now if you want I can get you somewhat of a discount from that store over there, the guy who runs it was Serbian and is a communist sympathizer, so I can say a few words to him and you can trade lesser value items for better food. That being said he only stocks disgusting canned goods like what I was drinking earlier, so it would probably be better for you in terms of quality to go elsewhere."