[ small talk's not jeff's thing - at least when he's the one leading it - so he just nods in response to david's tired smile, his own smile making a quick, fleeting appearance at the edges of his mouth. he follows after david, noting the subtle limp but not commenting on it yet. jeff casts one last look over his shoulder, takes a quick glance around the saloon just to make sure they haven't been being watched this entire time, unnoticed, and once he's satisfied that they're in the clear at least for now, he turns his attention back to david.

once they're out of the saloon and wandering through the small ghost town, jeff shifts to walk beside david instead of behind him. after a beat, he glances his way, his expression slightly apologetic. ]

Shoulda brought water or something. [ for david, he means. ] Figured you'd want to get out of here as soon as possible, didn't really - cross my mind until now.

[ jeff scratches at his beard, following the edge of his jaw for a moment before he drops his hand. a crow startles near him, and he murmurs a quiet jesus under his breath before offering an apology. ]

Sorry.

[ how canadian of him. ]