"Alright." He nudges his duffel bag back into place and cracks a smile at the mention of a treeline, unable to offer up anything more than a small shrug. They can't see shit out here. Sometimes it's like the town itself is conspiring against them.

"There are more travelers to this town than there are habitable houses. I do not wish to impose." That and he's not expecting any lady - or gentleman, for that matter - to provision space for him. Call him old-fashioned.

"There is a distinct lack of coyotes, bears, and wolves. I'll be just fine out here."