[He doesn't want to make a habit of inviting himself along to someone else's journey, but she's right, especially since they're unarmed. Two sets of eyes are better than one, even if they can't see shit right now.]

No. Well I was with Wynonna. [That's complicated, in bold, capital letters, flashing like a broken neon sign sort of complicated, and he is most definitely not going there. But they didn't take his clothes, shoes or his cigarillos, thankfully. Clearing his throat, keeping his head facing forward, he continues trudging slowly through the mists. It's a slow trek, having to be careful of their footing, and not being able to tell if they're walking into a trap, imminent danger or the glass door of a Taco Bell.] Hopefully she did not befall our same fate, but I should like to make the rounds after the weather has cleared, to be sure.

[He turns to look at his new friend then.] Were you with someone before you came here? We should look for them too.