"Hell if I know about first aid kits or alcohol. We were pretty much kicked out the front door with a gun and a bag, if you know what I mean."
He stretched in his tree, taking a moment to look at his cut hand. No swelling, which was a good sign. He'd have to keep an eye on it all the same.
"I see no reason we couldn't keep our heads out of the rain in our pods. Considering the sky isn't exactly..."
He looked up, seeing a medium dusting of smooth, grey clouds.
"Clear."