It took a little too long for Marco to process that Oliver had agreed to go outside and walk with him. He nodded once it sunk in, and his face relaxed to something more expressionless. "Not the jail," he said firmly, "or the cemetery, or the hardware store. They want me to have knives. You... You go first. Hands, show me your hands." He gestured for Oliver to lead the way. This was okay. This meant he wouldn't have to jump off a balcony. He could just run when they got to town. That'd be easier.