"Okay. I think there's a broom inside," he says. He had poked around the house. Not everything had been looted or ruined. Maybe he got lucky. Between that and things from communal supply, he's done all right.

Learning to hunt effectively sure will help, though, if there are actually still animals out there to hunt. But he's used to existing on not much.

He reaches into a coat pocket and pulls out the (average size) pocket knife he carries on him.

"Is this big enough? It's all I got," he says. He'll eventually acquire some other weapons, but today he only has the knife. At least it's sharp.

"I'll go get the broom, hang on."

He leaves the knife with Raylan and goes to find the broom in question. He doesn't actually have gloves, so that will have to wait or…well, he'll figure it out. He's not scared of getting cut. It would just be annoying.

He finds the broom in the closet off the kitchen and comes back with it. It's old and ratty, but better than nothing.

"All right. Only thing I don't have is gloves," he says.