He has no idea if Veronica is a thief or not, although they're all thieves by necessity here, scrounging for tools or weapons in all the empty houses. If she was, he wouldn't necessarily hold it against her. Well. Unless she tried to steal something of his.

His eyebrows lift when she tells him her age — they keep getting younger and younger, that's slightly alarming — but doesn't otherwise comment.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I won't be much help there," he offers with a chuckle. "Though I am great at braiding hair, in case you ever needed help. I got an eight year old niece," he adds for clarification, puffing up with pride. If they were anywhere other than here, he'd be whipping out a photo of Beth, or pointing to his Petunia's t-shirt. As it is, he's just got to settle for talking about her nonstop. "She's a real firecracker."