It doesn't surprise him that she'd have shit stashed, just in case. Joan is careful, and she doesn't trust anyone or any damn thing. He likes that about her. She can take care of herself. If she couldn't, he sure as shit wouldn't have dragged her along. Lending a hand (the only one he's got) now and then is one thing. Right now she's going to be the one saving his ass.

And doesn't that fucking needle him, needing someone's charity.

He glares daggers at her for that, lip twisting.

"Who the hell d'you think taught him?"

Of course, she must know that.