She's lost him again at "ren faire." He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, frowning lightly as he tries to puzzle out what she means.

"I ... guess people would say I'm fair?" he murmurs, not understanding how this ties in to what supplies are available for the taking in this distorted hospital building. Not important, or at least it's not as important as his concern for her safety.

"It's pretty dangerous in here," he says, not commenting on the recklessness because he has no leg to stand on in that regard. He'd lost count of how many times Makoto had wearily described him as such, usually paired with a long-suffering sigh. "Do you have a weapon?"