Anne took a look at Ryu's 'camp', noticing that there wasn't anything even remotely close to a shelter. There wasn't a campfire, shelter and the closest thing to a tool was the odd looking shovel right next to Ryu.
She sighed at his pitiful visage wondering how was it possible for him, the same man that worked so hard to improve everyone's living conditions, to live like that.
She didn't know what happened to him and thought that he had been living by himself the whole time. She knew that living in the wastelands wasn't a stroll in the park, but she expected more from him.
Anne had no doubts about Ryu's ability to survive on his own, but this only made it even more difficult for her to understand his current circumstances.