Hm? [It's a noise of faint surprise, nothing else. Yeah, guess that makes sense... millions of fish are constantly taking a dump in the ocean, after all. Leave it to a little girl with a gun to know her stuff better than he does. She probably didn't even need his help in the first place.]

[Speaking of the gun, he eyes it a bit nervously when she shows it off, but he's listening to her and he can indeed see that her finger isn't on the trigger. He was already pretty relaxed - he's just not the kind of person to stay tensed up - but he seems a little more willing to actually talk to her without training his gaze at the sand now.]

It'd be fine if you did. [Shoot him, that is. But he shrugs and gets to his feet, patting twin blotches of sand from his knees. He doesn't know what a 'walker' is, but he can always ask that later. This atmosphere is a little too tense for him.]

If it's gotta be clean, we need running water. Not going to find that on the beach. Give me that and let's go look.