"I'll be fine." he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders, the stoic, metaphorical mask he always wears sliding back into its place now that they weren't directly being assaulted by the undead. He would walk along with the others,  sticking to the middle but off to the side of Atlanta. He keeps his gun in his right hand, safety off; though unmentioned before, he would have grabbed it before he left the roof.<br/><br/>"Just keep focused on our surroundings...even when we're up and<em>in</em>the hall." His words are meant for all, although he seemed to be directing them towards the writer woman who had assisted him in getting down from the roof. Considering they had penetrated the town's walls, it seemed to Red that, even though the Town Hall and the area around it were even better defended, the motte to the town's bailey, their could be danger waiting for them there.<br/><br/>As they traveled along, he would mostly be listening; hearing was probably, strangely enough for a vision oriented being, his most well-developed sense. In this particular instance, he was applying it to Atlanta and Dave's hushed conversation; under most circumstances, he probably wouldn't care, but he was still in 'high alert' mode, and that meant that even innocuous things would be treated carefully.<br/><br/><sup>(Rolled 5, needed 5 or greater)</sup>He picked up a few snippets, but not the entire conversation. Why were they talking about engines? He frowns a bit, eyes darting around.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 7/9)<br/>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 199/300 units)<br/>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br/>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br/>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br/><br/>Current HP/SP Status:<br/>Body Points:       85/90<br/>Stamina Points    57/62<br/>Status: Tired<br/></div></div>