[He makes an affirming noise around a mouthful of water, but doesn't stop chugging until all the water is gone. Then he sits heavily on a little stack of 12-packs of soda, puts the coffee and empty bottle down and opens a bag of trail mix.]

[ He finally talks. ]

I'm definitely running on empty.

[His kinetic field would still protect him, but being able to use it for anything else started to get impossible.]

Buuut that's usually how it goes with these big semi-apocalyptic crises. You just have to tough it out helping the people you can until the big guns do the fixing.