He gave a little laugh, turning his big, goofy smile over at him even as he snarked and snarled and groused about his pacifistic habits, and he gave a playful little salute, chirping out a bright "Sir, yes Sir!" before settling back into a calm, easy stride toward the next town. More thank likely, it was still going to be empty, waiting for its Plant and its citizens to return, but at the very least, it would hopefully have supplies they could loot from the local general store, or something similar.

It was after a few cheerfully-quiet minutes that, if Wolfwood were looking at him, he would see a thought cross his mind, the smile fading just a little before he glanced at him out of the corner or his eyes.

"So. If there's no contract...I guess you don't have your meds anymore, do you...?"

Asked nonchalantly, but inside, the question was accompanied by a ball of conflicting emotions. They kept him alive. But at the same time, he didn't want to see him overdose on them all over again. He'd just have to be more diligent about keeping him safe, for as long as he wanted to put up with him as a traveling partner.