He glanced up as he slid a clip into his pistol and let the slide lock into place. He thumbed the safety to on before he holstered it and shrugged. "Just preparing. I want to take my new understanding of the Plague and this stuff about the skull tattoo to Central. But before I go, I intent to keep my promise." His hand now free, he slid his arm around her hips, pulling her against his side. He turned his nose in against her shirt and inhaled slowly. "You smell nice," he noted, and rubbed her side as he leaned back in his seat. "To answer you in more detail, I'm preparing to visit the Huntsmen and either wipe them out or kill the one that took Oliver's life. Whichever they decide is necessary." He looked up at her, his head tilting. "I assume you're going to insist that you come with me, which is fine. I'd like to learn more about the Land Runners, myself."