It was still dark where Mattie slept, the rows of freezers blocking out what little sunlight managed to trickle inside. Still, through a combination of the increased light, the discomfort of the hard tiled floor, and the sound of her name being called, she cracked one surly eye open and propped herself on her elbow. She wasn't awake enough to really tell if Nick's voice had been real, or if she'd only dreamed it, but it was better safe than sorry, she supposed. Plus, her spine really needed a change of position, as she was now realizing.

Following the direction of where she'd [i]thought[/i] she'd heard the voice, Mattie approached Nick and the remnants of a fire that appeared to have spread before giving up. 

Oh, he looked like hell. It wasn't to say he wasn't handsome, but damn did he look like he'd taken a beating from life. And he had, of course, so his state shouldn't have shocked or concerned her. But it did both. The sadness was almost tangible. It was almost too much to look at. 

"Hey, take a seat, okay?" she said. "I've got some hardtack. It's not exactly a nice breakfast, but at least it's something right?"