He nods a little and falls into another bout of silence, then. Keeping conversations going is just- hard for someone as antisocial as Five. He sees no point in wasting time with passive, idle chatter.

The wind picks up and Five tugs his jacket closer in an effort to trap in some warmth against the sharp chill of it. There isn't much to note for the first leg of their journey, a few landmarks that he scribbles down in his notebook to keep an eye out for on the way back later.

He doesn't have any set list of things he's specifically looking for, not on this first journey out into the wider area of the town they've found themselves trapped in. This is just a general scouting mission- seeing what there is away from the center of town.