Well, that answers that, at least. He nods, thinking that everyone else probably does look pretty strange, if she's used to everyone looking like that.

It maybe doesn't make him feel a whole lot better about what's going on with his arms, but that's a separate issue, and certainly not her fault.

He glances toward the convoy at her question, squinting for a moment and judging the distance. "I think so. I'm pretty fast." He doubts she'll have trouble keeping up. It might be the other way around. He pulls his own shield off his back, glancing over. "Do you have a vehicle of your own?"