Sage sort of nodded in response to her comment, though then he remembered she couldn't exactly see him super well. He snorted in response to her last comment though, calling up "no shit sherlock," in a somewhat amused manner before clambering as quietly as possible around. It was sort of dark, but he gathered up some cans of things, and rummaged around for a few minutes grabbing some frozen meat and such that hadn't been found since it was all underground. Then, he found a door and crept back out, dusting himself off and wiping off blood in an attempt to not worry T any more than he already had. He was scraped up and would probably have some decent bruises forming, but nothing was super deep or anything. Infection was probably the thing he'd most have to worry about. He wandered back over to T soon enough though, obviously still rather amused at the whole situation. "I think if we're careful we'll have the stash down there all to ourselves," he chirped.