[Wan came back a few minutes later, a tattered red scarf that could double as a hood now wrapped around his neck. It was long and roomy and he planned on putting food into it, but for the moment it served to cover his face from easy view if he decided to pull it up.]

The nearest warehouse district is north of us, near the bridge. I think I've seen a Cabbage Corp building among them. They still do food, right?

[Wan was, of course, talking while he was walking.]