He knows when he's being tailed. He's been on the other side more than enough times to know. Something tells him not to underestimate whatever's tracking him, despite being thrown off by her reveal when he turns to face her and she pops into his line of sight. Unless he's getting so old that his eyesight is going, it looks like fucking Batman is here to get the drop on him.

Well, fine. Joel's got a rifle locked on her before she can open her mouth, easing back a few steps just to keep his distance. He handles the weapon and the option of shooting her with ease, no hesitation, but underneath that practiced fury is real fear. One wrong move, and death waits.

"Reason's right in front of me," he gruffs. "The hell are you followin' me for?"