Shepard's laying on her stomach when Joel comes into range, dragging Cole by an unwilling elbow. Huh, well look at that.

"Hey, Joel. Still rescuing random young people from uh..." She has a good perspective, from this angle, at the kid's desperate, pinched expression. Too much hardship and loneliness, never enough to eat, and certainly no one to look after him, "...Just get in here already, geez."

She rolled over and up, making room for the flaps to part and the two of them to crawl in. It was a dimly-lit space, populated by cushions and comforters too heavy to serve the ceilings. Here and there among the lumpy landscape stood the curious bottle-necks of the little glass children of indolence, capped or empty, or half-filled with what could have been anything so innocent as soda, but wasn't.

"We got...doughnuts, chips, beer, tube of cookies around here somewhere. It's Cole, right?"