Walter just looked at Naomi quietly uncertain of she was right in the head at times. The fact that she didn't give the poor soul a quick kill, that she had dragged it out and put possibly a disturbed victim through a harsh execution was horrendous. Walter would have killed him but... what kind of joy is in taking a life when the man should have been rightly pitied? He exhales slowly looking on as he figured it was best to let it go for now. There may be a time when that psychosis of hers may lead to deep karma but not now and not by his hands. Loathe as he was to admit it they needed her muscle and they didn't have the luxury of being picky about allies. He would pick up the food as best as he could manage spear tucked underneath his right arm. Eventually they would return with the provisions. Walter however thought ahead just a bit and picked up a portable cooler just in case they needed to evacuate the safe house quickly. There was enough snow to keep things fresh for a long time provided it was able to be preserved.