[ He shrugs at the thinly veiled accusation there. Not about to deny it but not about to outright claim it either, even if they both know he did. ]

Gotta be quick around here.

[ Letting his words trail off a bit there, he glances around them as he remains leaning there against the side of the building. This is what he's used to. Night. When he and the other survivors are able to come out a little more easily, if only because of the cover given with the lack of light and the thick patches of darkness throughout the wasteland that is the future.

But with those thoughts pushed aside, he looks back to the kid with a tilt of his head and he really looks at him this time. Really. Truly. Not necessarily to memorize his face but to look for that familiarity that he's come to know for a few years now.

Pushing off against the wall, the sound of dirt kicks up beneath his shoes as he goes, making his way past the kid. ]

Might have got too much for myself though if you want to take some off my hands.

[ And it's then that he glances back over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, steps slow as he heads for the street. ]

Give you a ride?