We wouldn't make for very good test subjects if we were sleep deprived and starving.

[ Though he's not so sure how they do, as is, either. ...Not that he really expects there’s anyone actively in charge of this whole mess. Perhaps there was, once, but now it feels like they've simply been caught up in some automated derelict's obsolete machinations.

Either way, he turns when Len motions for him to, heading back out through the diner's broken front and toward the convoy. It's a bit of a walk to reach the back half, but at least it's a straight shot.

Annoyance without any weight to it crosses his face at that last remark, the look it fades into too close to a smile. He can't exactly argue. ]

And here I thought you found my loquacious nature to be part of my appeal.