Ezra took that in, and it seemed reasonable. He didn't see a reason why the guy would lie or anything. "...there's stuff here. Enough for us both," he added.
He didn't need much, and he wasn't going to try and horde anything. He was still wary, but was sort of relaxing. Not in a practical sense, but in an emotional one. He didn't think this was going to be a fight, so that was something.
"Mort." he marked the name in his mind. "Not holing up here. Just looking for a few razors," he put out there too.