He didn't need the crossbow. It was as safe inside as you could get in this world. But Shane was going to make another round and he wasn't going to waste the energy of taking the shit off, just to put it back on. They didn't have enough fucking canned peaches for that expenditure of energy to not take a toll. So, yeah, he kept the thing wrapped around him.
When the woman mirrored him, her eyebrows peaked as his, and her words rounded in her mouth as his were in his, Shane just rolled his eyes and walked away from her, back toward the 'open room.' He didn't have the time or the goddamn patience to play whatever games Maggie was playing. He hadn't eaten in days and he hadn't slept in longer, and it wasn't as if Shane was normally fucking sunshine.
Away from her, he sniffed and fished a Solo cup from where it bobbed in a plastic barrel low on water. He brought it to his lips with a slurp, trying to take some of the heat off his tongue.