Reid swallowed thickly to steady his thoughts as Sarah Jane called back to him, and lifted his hand in a slight wave, fingers wiggling back and forth. His free hand was at the strap of the survival kit, nails scratching a little at its surface purely out of old habit. Having the familiar feel of something hanging from one shoulder helped to keep him a little calmer, but it was smaller, lighter, and it didn't feel quite the same, and was somewhat upsetting for all these reasons. Still, he would have to make do.
"Sorry it took me so long, the town's a little more spread out than I'd guessed it would be," he said as he approached, walking up the short path to the porch and folding his arms nervously, tensely, across his chest. "Uh... did you want to... is there anywhere private we can talk?"