Food is absolutely better than what Alec's been doing; even he knows it's not sustainable. It's just. He doesn't know how he should be, here. Feels lost, in more ways than one.

It's no one's problem but his own though.

"Okay," he says, following the guy's instruction to find a sink, and soap. Truly he's grateful for even that much, because basic necessities seem in short supply.

Then it's on to sandwich making, for which some of the ingredients are just plain, well, alien.