Honestly he was not expecting there to actually be any minors here. Everyone he'd encountered so far had been an adult, at least; so getting stopped in the middle of the road by someone who looked like he was playing dress-up in his father's uniform was admittedly rather jarring.

"Oh, I, er-" Is it considered poor form, stealing actual items from other buildings rather than just looking the houses that couldn't be salvaged? There's an obvious look of awkward surprise on his face for a moment, before some heretofore unknown tensile limit collapses, and some of the blankets abruptly unfold in his arms, and he nearly drops some of them - but a pillow falls backwards with a soft paff into the dirty snow. "Damn. Could you give me a hand with these, actually?"