[he breathes a sigh, glances around to where their supplies are pooled - everything they managed to bring, what little they have managed to scavenge only by putting themselves in harm's way]

We're short on water. We stored as much as we could - brought as much as we could here, when the other wings became unsafe, but it's too dangerous to go out for more.

[they've tried rationing but they're still down to their last barrel. It's so hard when it's so needed. But if they didn't have to boil rags to clean and reuse them, that might help as well.]

And if you can find any bandages, any gauze, even clean cloth...