"Well, we shouldn't be going far, so you won't need them." Adam shrugged. "It was either sneakers or bare foot for me. Hell, my soles are tough, but they're not broken bottle peirceing tough, you know?"
He popped one of his cookies in his mouth, chewing as they headed down the hallway. "None for you, dude. Chocolate's bad unfortunately. We don't want you getting sick." Then he'd feel bad because backup was a pretty cool dog in his book.
"So how are you feeling with the thing?" he motioned to her wrist. "Still on the side of good there?" The question was light, meant as a joke despite the seriousness of the situation.