[ the blue is definitely hard to miss, and thomas's eyes go over the tattoos decorating her for a quick moment (because he's terminally way too curious), before blinking back up to the woman's face. right. hunting. ]

Good. If I can get a spear or a knife or something I can probably help. [ he's explaining while shimmying himself down from the ruined wall. ]

I'm fast, at least. Want to head out, see if we can grab anything nearby?