Bullet-proof rubber outfit. Joel shoots her a careful look, measuring out her words.

"Feels safer," he offers back. It's true enough, he barely leaves his room or Tess' side. The idea of making his way through the city during the day without a pack full of supplies sets him on edge. "Easier to carry all this without raisin' eyebrows."

That plan failed, didn't it? He could always just conceal carry a couple of things, but this far out on his own, it doesn't feel right not to have everything. And the longer he stays inside, the more he feels like he should get to mapping out the areas he hasn't been to yet. He's got smokebombs, too, and if she gets too close he won't hesitate to try and use them to run, but after a moment he lowers the rifle without putting it away.

"Is that what you're doing out this late? Lookin' for trouble?"