Joe looked uncertain when Salem began to speak to him. When he mentioned the word 'hospital', Joe groaned and said, "No, I don't think... we need to call anyone..." He let himself be led to the chair. For a dude with a concussion, he walked rather steadily. He plopped himself down on the chair with an 'umf'. His head hurt, yeah, but was mostly exaggerating about the huge concussion. But what the hell had he just saw? Maybe Salem had just received some giant snakes as pets and just hadn't decided to tell Joe; maybe now wasn't the time to explain such things to him. Joe let out a sigh and cupped his face in his hands. "No, my head just hurts, I think I'll be alright to go out to the restaurant. If I fall into my General Tso's chicken, though, call 9-1-1," he said with a tiny and weak smile.<br/><br/>His heartrate slowed as he decided that he was just being an idiot or that his skull had been smashed in and suddenly he was seeing apparitions. To prove that he was alright, Joe stood up suddenly and did a little twirl. "See, okay? No hospital, just Chinese," he laughed, though it didn't sound wholehearted. Joe hated hospitals more than anything, with the smell of disinfectant layered with old people stink and the ever present, wafting stench of fecal matter. The nurses also left something to be desired. And besides, Joe was hungry. And he was sure as hell not eating hospital food when he had an appetite like this.<br/><br/>Before Salem could argue, Joe drifted down the hall and immediately snatched up his backpack from where he saw the shadow. He eyed the area cautiously, though there was absolutely nothing to be seen. When all seemed well and good enough for Joe, he slung the backpack over his shoulder and called, "Mary! Get your ass in gear, I have a mighty hunger." He sent two thumbs up in Salem's direction, as if that would totally negate the fact that he might have sustained serious head trauma.