Ah, good. Well, if he does lose his mind and decide to attack people, he's too big and air-adapted to be very good at it here. Really even if he does have enough food and water to keep himself and the kid going for a long time, he's just not going to last long. Julien has reached the point where things are almost funny, in a dull way. This is ridiculous. He wishes he could reject it.

"If they've been living on other people dumped down into here for so long, they might not know anything else is food. Even the meat I've got is cooked..." He pauses, sorts through his awareness of the things he's carrying. Something seems very subtly off about it, but he can't quite tell what, he hasn't been down here long enough for it to really be affected. "Most of it. I have some pork chops and chicken nuggets from way back when. But those aren't bloody, let alone alive, so they might not register."

He nods at the spider-mannequin, feeling subdued. "Yeah. Might as well spread a little kindness. Tell me when, all right?"