When she reprimanded him for nodding off while being chased down, Isaac made a show of shrugging. "Not dead yet," was his response. He was glad to hear she'd gotten a good rest while here, and it reminded him of where she'd come from. On his face was his usual confident smirk, but in his head he thought, [i]Jeez Lu-weez. No wonder she snapped at that dirty old man. She's soo done with having to deal with anything like that, I'll bet.[/i] Where do you tend to kick up your heels when you're here?" She inquired curiously, drying her hands off. "Pretty sure there's another alehouse with rooms to rent, at the other end of town," he told her, a point of his thumb over his shoulder. "Let's blow this joint." After she'd gotten her pay from the barkeep, and gave him her reasoning for the little scuffle before, Isaac gave a half-hearted salute as they walked off. When they passed the table where 'Mr Touchy Feely' was sat, Isaac winked at the guy and chuckled. The bat-wing doors swung back and forth after they'd left. Back on the street again, Isaac looked both ways to reorient himself, then headed in the direction towards the next tavern, falling into step beside Zara. After a little walking he said, "Oh, by the way..." he swung his backpack around to his front and took out the gunbelt with the .38 Snubnose pistol in the holster. "Here," he handed it to her, along with a small carton of ammo, as they walked. "You're gonna need a weapon for when we head out tomorrow. I trust you've shot a gun before?"