He blinks at the head bop, but he gives a little grin that crinkles his eyes and shoulders his axe. The grip and handle is covered in red tape, but the blade is sharp. He's prepared this time. Funny what a place will do to a man.

"Yeah. We'll keep our eyes peeled. But remember what we're here for." He fishes around in his pocket for the list they'd drawn up. "Backpacks, maglights, sleeping bags, flashlight and radio... preferably kinetic, but batteries if we need them for them. We'll need to grab more stuff for first aid, too."

There was more on the list, but he was sure there'd be some sort of camping store they could get some of this stuff at at least.