Remmy’s chocolate eyes were drawn to study Coltrane’s reaction when the man set his beer down with a soft thump. It didn’t surprise the Cajun very much though his stomach twisted and turned into several knots causing him to shift to a more comfortable position. Not that it was possible. For a moment, Remmy’s eyes had a drifted look while he mentally thought about things he had learned during his undercover job as a sour lump came to his throat. He quickly realized he empathized with a few of the stories he had heard because like those who struggled daily to live, knew survival was the name of the game in Apocalyptica.

His fingers toyed with the beer’s bottle neck when he brought it in front of him before he spoke. 

“Alright, but I’d rather go sooner. As the slavers, not all of them were monsters. At least one I knew wasn’t doing it out of greed, but rather to take care of his younger sister who had asthma. I think you can piece the rest together because we both know how easily it is to get medicine for something like that in this world. And the price required for it.”

His free hand shifted through his hair brushing the shame off his mind as he bit his lip when his comment ended. He couldn’t help but drift back to the current problem. “Well, where do you want to check when we start searching?” 

“I reckon the diner would be our best bet before we check anywhere else.” Coltrane noted as he leaned forward from his recline, expecting the groggy Cajun to answer as he set a rugged old 38. special down upon the counter closest to Remmy, alongside a few spare cartridges which he’d managed to fish out of his old dufflebag. “Might wanna take this too, just in case anything happens for whatever reason.” Granted, the snub-nose wasn’t an ideal weapon but it was the only spare firearm that Coltrane had managed to attain whilst living in Chico, and with all the trouble which had been going on lately he figured Remmy would’ve preferred the comfort of being able to protect himself as opposed to facing the prospect of a second head wound. At the very least he figured that the Cajun would be able to conceal it under his waistline or something similar, like he did with his Glock.

Remmy nodded in agreement and seemed more relaxed now they were determining where to start. His eyes shifted to spot the old fashion revolver and a few extra cartridges Coltrane set down laid, his free hand reached and examined it carefully while he placed his beer by his foot. He held it in his hands to examine it closely for any flaws, noted only the outside was worn as his ears listened to Coltrane’s voice. It wasn’t ideal but it would do for now. Slipping it into the back of his pants, he reached to deposit the extra cartridges within his pockets then pulled up to his feet.
 
“Personally, I prefer a knife but thanks.” His tone was grateful in receiving the weapon then his eyes widened in surprise. Glancing down, he noted the darkened spot where his bandage seeped from his wound. He gently pressed his hand to his side and gave a little hiss, feeling the blood seep through. As an afterthought, Remmy then added. “Anywhere I can freshen up before we head out?” 

“Water pump’s out back, but I think I’ve got something here..” Coltrane answered, a little disconcerted as the bandage’s colour gradually shifted from a faded white to that of a subdued crimson, and with that he quickly headed back over towards the cooler to see if there was anything else left. Fortunately for Remmy, there was - what had once been a large coke bottle was now filled three quarters of the way up with water, and after a little more searching he was able to find a dried out washcloth, nodding to the Cajun as he dabbed it with the end of the bottle.

“It isn’t the softest looking thing, but I keep it clean enough with booze that you won’t need to worry about getting it infected or anything. Here.” He offered, holding out the washcloth for Remmy to grasp.

Remmy shook his head in understanding. “I don’t mind. Better than nothin’ and thanks.”

Grunting a little, his hand reached for the offered washcloth and pulled back to rest against the couch. His side leaned one way and started to lift his shirt. Slowly he peeled it away as it tried to stick to his skin and pinned it high with his elbow, head leaned over to examine the results of his little accident. It figured the bandage had seeped through but overall, it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. His fingers started to peel away the bandage that made him hiss in slight pain when the tape came away revealing the once cleaned hole that went through and through.If one was to get shot, that was the best way to get it, nothing to have to dig out and healed faster. 

He gently started to prod and clean off the blood until the washcloth was a rather nice red itself. While he tended to his wound, he decided chatter was needed with a few questions. “So, was that an example of the worse to expect or you’ve seen worse within the haven? If the welcome we got was any indicator, I think I’ll pass on the sight seein’.” 

Coltrane snorted half-amusedly at the notion, before shaking his head. "Never seen it this bad before, but then I've not been around long enough to see much else. Could be that things'll get worse with these military guys, uh... 1007th, assuming more of 'em show up.” Leaning over the counter, he drew the shades back just a little bit to catch a glimpse of what was outside, yet he couldn’t particularly make out anything that stood out amongst the rest, snorting once again, disgruntled. Another quarter of an hour of silence passed, before eventually the ex-con spoke up, slipping back into his jacket. “I’m gonna head out and see if I can find anything, rest up until you feel good to head out and I’ll see if I can catch up with you later, assuming neither of us find him. Don’t worry about the lock, it’ll be fine.” Checking once again to make sure he was carrying his Glock underneath his waistband, he subtly nodded to himself in reassurance, before throwing a nod towards Remmy and stepping outside. With any luck, Simon wouldn’t have gone far from where they’d left him.