Jude slunk backwards, hands up in surrender, when Mad Dog pointed at him. Just before that he was content to let Penny take over the conversation regarding the little kid and the new woman and all that, turning to the similarly bathing suit-clad younger woman. She had gestured to her shoulders, angry that she was getting burnt up in all this sun with nothing to guard her shoulders. He was about to unbutton his shirt and offer it to her, but Mad Dog cut in-- offended or something of like that Jude had managed to lose his charge. He was about to stammer out some apologies and self-flagellation, but the girl didn't even give him time, bouncing her gaze and subsequent insults over to Penny. Mad was right, the lady couldn't keep herself from going off about a million different things at once. Part of him silently sort of assumed or hoped she had ADHD so he could have a sort of 'mental illness' in for conversation, but he reprimanded himself for hoping other people were messed up like him. Not that ADHD and depression were even similar anyways.

His attention returned to the attractive older woman as her voice raised-- both in volume and pitch. She too was missing kids, though by her age it was her actual children, not someone she had barely met and was clinging onto as some sort of focus to not break down into a ball and cry. Jude just nodded to her as he turned away, trying to not really look at anyone. The silence after was short-lived, as a few more people stomped out from the underbrush. The little girl was included in this, and the pang of relief she gave Jude was quickly subsumed by an ocean of anxiety. Luckily, he was able to channel that anxiety into an entirely different negative energy. Something of a mix of fear and hate as the flashiest among them took charge.

[i]What a damn moron.[/i]

Terrorist attack, backstabbing, 'Capiche?' Who the hell did he think he was. Jude would rather starve here than follow someone so obviously eager to seize power. Probably had some sort of complex. A more determined, serious look replaced Jude's normal dead-eyed stare, and he took a more equal-looking position beside Penny. He didn't want to say anything after, as he knew opening his mouth would let all of the confidence he had just built himself out, but... Penny gave her cape away to the sun-burnt girl and all she has was a black undershirt underneath. She'd fry, could get heatstroke... So he opened his stupid mouth, all of that seriousness and energy flying away.

"Uh, hey, I can make more clothes for us if you guys need. That black shirt could, you know since black absorbs heat more easy or whatever, you might get heat stroke and... You know that wouldn't be good so I could make you another cape or like, a copy of my shirt or anyone else's really. It would tear easy though, I can't make anything really good..."