[The less than enthusiastic response isn't the best case scenario or anything, but it also doesn't bother him too much; he's used to people being a lot worse to him--especially lately--and so some grumpiness is easily ignored. Not like she doesn't have reason to be unhappy, after all.

So he follows after her, and although he'd try to stop her to gather supplies if he thought that'd be easy to do, he doesn't actually want to talk to anyone about that. He's trying to keep a low profile, after all, and accidentally pissing someone off by asking for supplies is not going to help in that.]

Unfortunately, I'm familiar with the acid. Hopefully we won't have to deal with it.

[And, as they step out into the sun--]

I'm Lance, by the way. What's your name?