He immediately dropped to a defensive stance, knees bent, arms up. He still wore his jeans, because sparring naked just didn't seem right. And they were well worn anyway, and it wouldn't take but a few seconds to get them off when he no longer needed them on.
He missed the life he'd had before the vortex, when Nate had his shit together and actually led the rest of them. He missed how things were before that, too, when he'd been a loner hired out on contract. What he had now was completely different, and didn't really compare to the other things.