His discomfort was entirely subconscious. He was just used to people preferring he keep his distance. When someone got close it was generally aggressive. Habit and nature dictated that he keep his distance. He was barely aware of her disappointment, much too caught up in his growing excitement. He shook his head quickly. "Whatever else he was, the man was a Strider too. I'd just as soon exclude him from the numbers, given how rotten he seemed, but it can't be denied." He looked up when she mentioned yet another surprise and followed her out, hands gripping the strap across his chest as they picked through the trees.<br/><br/>The cabin--the Wood House, he corrected himself--was almost as perfect as he could imagine a base of operations. When she handed him the key he twirled it between his fingers and cocked his head. "You said there's two bedrooms. I don't see why either of us should sleep in that tin shack when this is available." He chuckled and smiled at her, small and full of warmth. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you? Thank you--for trusting me, for this. I'll get to work moving what I need to here. This is perfect, truly." He paused, then nodded. "Ah, right--about my warning over the town's food. It should be fine. I spoke to Thomas and got a look at his infection--he cut himself toying with a knife out in the woods. The knife had been poisoned by Plague. Now that I think of it, I should go find it before anything else."