[Stein is small for his age (thirteen, in case anyone was wondering), small, and short too. He's dressed in stitched-up white and a jacket that was sized for a future him, which is big enough to nearly drag on the ground as he walks through the snow. His first priority is to find his weapon, then they'll get out of here.
For now, he's poking through racks of canned food, and setting up elaborate traps for anyone unlucky enough to walk down the aisle he's setting up camp in.]
Stein
For now, he's poking through racks of canned food, and setting up elaborate traps for anyone unlucky enough to walk down the aisle he's setting up camp in.]