"I'll look into that when I become comfortable enough to carry one more regularly." He thought that for him it made more sense than a bow. He had never been particularly good with them. In close fighting was easier.

"I appreciate the offer. When we're not up to our necks in undead, I'll probably take you up on it." He was getting antsy again. There were still people he knew unaccounted for, and he wanted to find them.

"I believe I'm heading back out again," he said, tossing the soiled towels aside in a hamper.