Joachim didn't bother to tell Grint to back off in return. It held it's posture until confrontation seemed completely unlikely, and then it simply lost interest altogether. Wandering off, it sniffed at some scuffs in the dirt. It's ranger didn't pay it any more mind.

"Sef." He spoke softly, tasting her name delicately. 

Lowering the hood of his partially camouflaged robe, Joachim plucked at his armpit and then shook his head. "No, not me, I smell like dirt and sweat, and saliva." He gave slight glance to Grint, then he turned to the side to show the bunker. "You probably smell death. Take a look. You'll find plenty of it inside. Still some supplies left, though."