For a dude who hoards guns and sneaks around, he's surprisingly well-mannered when he wants to be. Joel doesn't comment, but she will probably be able to read his anxiety spiking up underneath a calm demeanor when she steps closer. He gives her another careful look and shifts on his feet.

"Used to be." Admitting it like it's no big deal. "Here, not so much."

"Same reason as you," he gestures to her with a nod. "Less of a need."