Ricky hesitated before taking the gloves, but he couldn't help looking around and noticed that almost everyone had received a pair.
He began to reconsider his earlier thoughts.
The food in his hand, the gloves, it was as if they were telling him that the new adults who had arrived seemed willing to treat them as humans.
Otherwise, if all they wanted was work, wouldn't just giving you food be enough? Why would they care if you might scratch your hands and give you gloves?
Collecting his thoughts, he nodded slightly in acknowledgment, took the food and gloves, and left.
After eating and drinking his fill, he lay down on the communal sleeping area, ready to sleep.
It was a bit noisy around him, as the construction crew was working through the night to build houses. The materials they used were the junk they had collected earlier, and the houses they were building were simple prefabricated ones.
