As much as ever, I guess. [His smile is self deprecating, but thankfully Kurt’s interest in the familiar sword pulls his thoughts away to more useful places. He’d never call himself a leader, but even Logan wouldn’t deny his value as a survivalist.]

That’s always there. If you need it. [He says it like he expects to see it put to good use too. Sweeping a few half burnt cigar stumps off the night stand, he’s puttering around like he’s tidying up for Kurt’s benefit as the tactician in him takes over. Doling out his knowledge from the front lines to his newest ally here.]

And stay away from the sisters. If you get out around town, there’s no convent nearby, but lately… This place is crawlin’ with somethin’ dressed like nuns. Faceless things. Suckin’ up supplies all over town. Food. Ammo. Tools. You name it. Like they’re lookin’ to starve people out. Don’t let’em get too close. And don’t get between what they’re stealin’.

They’ll go down with a good shot to the head but. Only if your weapon’s been bloodied.
[There’s a pregnant pause as he considers one last survival tip.]
There’s some jars in the kitchen for that.