"Yeah...yeah, of course. Wasn't going to let someone starve out there, you know? It's a rough world. If we're going to make it a better one, might as well start somewhere." He saw her close her eyes, her body visibly beginning to relax. 
"That's a good idea. Think I'll follow your example." He rose, undoing the button on his cargo shorts before grimacing. Justin bent down, looking to make sure that her eyes were COMPLETELY closed before he stripped himself completely. It wasn't like he could leave the saferoom and give away their location, but he certainly didn't want to scare her, especially after what she had said about an "incident in the woods with a woman". He connected the dots pretty quickly, seeing as he had heard stories about women being treated in terrible, inhumane ways. In fact, he had found a couple of female corpses a few weeks ago with shackles around their wrists and neck. Mundus had told him they would take care of it, which comforted the scout. People like that deserved to be brought to justice. 

As quietly as he could, Justin peeled off his cargo shorts, quietly thanking the divine that his undershorts hadn't gotten soaked in the downpour. He placed both items of wet clothing under the bulbs to hopefully dry before securing another one of the fire blankets from the same shelf Cameron had helped herself to. Laying down on the cot, his eyes briefly caught a glimpse of the metal box Cameron so fiercely guarded. Whatever personal effects were located in there, they must have had a ton of sentimental value for her to lug it from Baltimore all the way up here. Maybe she would let him see what was in someda-

"...tin...wher...you?" He nearly tripped over himself as he got off the cot, grumbling about terrible timing before rummaging through his pack and finding the blue walkie talkie  shoved at the bottom. He withdrew it just as the crackling voice said:

"...Jus...hav..to...bac...Ome..."

He held down the upper button on the side and spoke into it:
"Justin calling in from Safehouse D52, repeat request." Silence for a few moments before crackling:
"Have to...ple...can...t...do...it...al..." He couldn't tell who it was, which was maddening.
"Please, repeat!" 
"Jus...back...he..." Silence again, this time longer.
"Identify and repeat!" Nothing. Justin took the walkie and placed it next to the cot, hoping that whoever had chimed in would repeat specific instructions. There was no way he was going to risk going out there again without a clear set of directives. 
"I'll pray for you." He mumbled as he closed his eyes and-

"Justin! JUSTIN! Report in!" The thunderous voice came over the walkie, Justin roused from his sleep rather quickly as he extended his arm, grabbing the device after the third try. 
"Justin here, what's going on? I got a..."
"Get yourself back here now! Mundus just declared a state of emergency." Well that's not good. 
"Wait, for what reason?"
"Explain later, just get back here!" 
"But..." The line went dead. 

Fantastic.