"Mmmhmm, unfortunately. Ain't that big of a town here." Amos's grin slides wry, and he starts walking again. Though he rarely makes much noise when walking even regularly now he's cat-quiet even in his heavy boots, feet placed steadily and square. He moves at a steady pace, watching, listening, and asking the occasional jabberjay ahead what the street looks like.

A bird's eye-view is a helpful thing to have. "You need anythin' to carry home, Noah? Food, water, extra blankets..."

Hey, you can never have too many blankets.