[Fine with him. He hangs out by the broken door, tossing his hammer idly in the air and catching it again as he keeps an eye on things. But the few people who walk by either don't take notice, or when one does, they can't quite seem to understand what they're looking at exactly and just carry on.

Works for him.

Chrissy is back quickly, and he grins at her haul and hops back onto the bike.]

You better do a little fashion show for me later so I can see everything you got. All right, food next. Shit, an' I should get gas again just in case. You good if we just stop at a gas station? Grab some chips an' whatever?

[He asks as he revvs the engine, all cheer at everything she got and everything that lies ahead of them, then takes off down the street.]