He didn't stop, knowing that Athena was making a choice. A hard choice. Trust wasn't easy to give, even trust enough to follow someone down a road. He was glad to hear the crunch of snow behind him and he stops to let her catch up. The faint smirk that curls on his lips is schooled away as she finally does.

"Not a cop. Marshals means I only really care about federal. Course, what's a Marshal without his gun or a jail or a courthouse?" He shook his head. Law and Authority to it wasn't carried around like that, in a singular person's pocket. He couldn't make himself that here. That was the place of the others. If they chose to vote that way.

"I'm just a guy trying to keep my ass in one piece while I'm stuck here." Maybe help a few of the people he'd gotten close to on the way.