Shoes would be a plan. Although he had no idea where he was going to get them, considering.
Hell. It wasn't like he'd never walked around outside in bare feet before. He drained his cup of coffee and put it in the sink, drumming his fingers against the edge as he looked out the window.
"Yeah, thanks," he called out, turning towards her room. "Much." He'd needed the sleep, desperately. Now he needed food, and nicotine, but one of those wasn't quite as desperate as the other, even hif his jangling nerves were telling him otherwise.
"You got any idea where this guy is?" He asked, wandering towards her room. "And any clue on how we're gonna end up not in jail?"