Paul licks his lips, shrugging a little. "Only thing to do is keep going like always. Not like we're about to give up now after everything."

It's true, though. When Kei returns it's with a stack of things - jeans, a shirt, boots, the whole nine yards. Simple but serviceable. "We don't have every size, but if the boots don't work we can try to get better fitting ones." A beat. "Found a good stock a while back, but..." But things get ruined easy in the apocalypse. "Anyway, bathroom's in back for privacy."

Paul'd quieted down as soon as the other man had joined them again, but now he nods. He's still wearing his coat with a hole in the sleeve; he's a little peeved about it still.