He'll take that remark to assume that Reynard comes and goes from this place. He seems like the wandering type, and so would Johnny, but he doesn't exactly have somewhere to go back to. "Will I still see you around then?" He'd like that. Cryptic he may be, but he's now a friendly face bringing him to a place to stay.

Johnny takes note of the increasing signs of civilization when they leave the wooded area, but is unperturbed by the menagerie of strange people and creatures that comes with it. He's had plenty of experience on alien trade worlds and ports, and so doesn't gawk. He's much more interested in watching Reynard, and seeing how deftly he navigates this place. He hopes he can't see him looking, but generally it's hard to see exactly where Johnny is looking, considering his eyes are entirely white.

He's more unsettled when people brush up against him, but tries not to show it. A hand strays to ghost over his holster, but he forces it back to his side. It's hard not to think about a knife slipping under his ribs, or a squad of Kreelers parting the crowd. He appreciates Reynard's maintained distance from the thickest of the crowd all the same. "I can get along alright with people. It's just that I'd prefer to live in the woods. Peace and quiet sounds nice." He looks back in the direction of the forest. "I'd probably have to get used to the weather first, though. Not used to snow this heavy."