Admittedly, Alan's quip was pretty good. Garret sort of snorted in amusement, moving on past the argument after that. He also nodded along with the plans for a quick supply run. "Yup. In, out, no problems. S'long as we stay away from the side of town the guns are going off at, we should be fine." And, naturally, Alan decided to check out what was happening. "You know, I don't think that's-" Garret began, stopping as the kid turned and took off, out of earshot almost immediately. "The best idea. Damn it."<br/><br/>He stayed put, halfheartedly throwing a somewhat sarcastic salute after Alex took off after the kid. Simple enough 'orders,' as Garret had no plans to go running into gunfire that day. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Try not to get shot!" He called out, just before the courier was out of sight. With a huff, Garret crossed his arms, looking skyward for a moment before he just turned around and started to walk off toward the store.<br/><br/>Andrew's question was answered succinctly. "Nope." He kept walking for a few feet, but stopped to make sure the kid was keeping up. "One kid risking being shot's enough for one day. Let's just get what we need so we can leave by the time those other tossers get back. C'mon now." Without another word, he stepped into the shop, and casually began to look through the wares on the shelves.