Rations have gone bad, even those recently acquired. I've checked with a few others who have had similar instances of spoilage.

If you need food, let me know.

[Safety is first priority for someone in the elements. Bruce is too confident to believe he can't handle a stressful situation. Then he gets one.

The hair on the back of his neck beneath the cowl prickles when the blanket is unraveled. At first, for a second, he thinks the person is already dead, frozen solid. Mummified. No--not dead.]

Get back! [His grip is terribly strong when he grabs shoulder and bicep to reel his traveling partner away. Instead of following up, Bruce promotes distance, putting himself in the way and using his bulk to back the two of them out of reach.] When I say run, you run. [His arms part to fan the cape out, shielding.]

Run.