Jorel had been one of the group who adamantly implored the girl to come on the supply run. He wasn't exactly sure why, be it training or to keep an eye on her or perhaps just bonding. Needless to say he was still a little surprised when the group had agreed. Here they were, stalking through the path between the trees, getting ready for a supply run. Jorel was out the front, Leo at the back, and had his revolver tucked in its holster, ready for a quick draw if need be.

Which was what happened, though Jorel expected a dead man rather than a living when he aimed down the sights. 

He might've missed the commotion, had there not been a struggle. His ears were pretty perceptive though, and within moments of the girl getting pulled away from the formation, he had his revolver out, and was looking down the lengthy barrel, eyes raised when the two suddenly hugged. Curious to question the man, but not wanting to interrupt, Jorel debated whether to say something. He decided to go for it.

"Uh, hi..?"

It wasn't exactly a well-thought sentence. Jorel kept his hands tightened on the revolver's grip, and he started to pay attention to his peripherals while maintaining eye contact.