Work for shelter? He thought very briefly about it, mostly while the woman spoke about him coming with her if he went north. It was another thing that threw him off to an extent, not because he didn't welcome it but because it was unexpected. Most people hadn't exactly volunteered their services to his cause and someone willing to leave a trive to do so was interesting to him. A few questions flew through his mind, but now was not exactly the time to ask there would be time later and he would do so then.<br/><br/>"I'll accept the offer, under the condition I get to keep my sword on me. I know I am not in much of a position to negotiate, but you all have me outmanned and outgunned the least you can do is let me keep it on me to feel safe." They hadn't said anything about the sword, but it was his only line of defense and by his estimations it would he the only line of defense in a few years. Bullets were going to be more and more scarce as people continued to use them, especially for self defense and not just hunting.<br/><br/>Jack looked at the woman, "so I don't really know your name, well any of your names yet, and I was thinking if you are going to go with me it might be a good idea if I stay with you." He made sure not to phrase it like a question and there was a purpose behind it. Much of that was talking about the route, plans, and he of course wanted to know why. While he awaited her or their response(s) Jack headed back to his gear and picked up the tan belt that held the sheathe to his sword. He pulled it around his waist until it was snug on his right side. Then Jack bent down and picked up the hiking bag by the straps and slung it onto his back. He adjusted the straw to the Camelback and dug his aviator style sunglasses from his left cargo pocket and put them on. He was ready to follow them back to camp. There was zero chance of him willingly riding a horse. He would have rather spent the night alone then ride one of those beasts.