[ Alarmed by what is on the tip of his tongue almost immediately when such a statement lends itself to being asked exactly what she means. The answer comes right as Sunday inhales to voice that thought and he pauses when the knife appears. Alarm isn't exactly what he feels - it reminds him just slightly of others' weapons he's seen appear from hidden places. Like the blast of light he can call forth himself, but this is far more deadly at a first glance.

What Sunday ends up watching with is something a few degrees off from polite fascination as the table is dismantled into a cover which provides them some additional invaluable space where the searchlight can't reach. After its completion Sunday glances briefly to where the flames once burned before shifting his gaze to her at that question which puts his other thoughts on pause temporarily. ]

I believe I could safely venture a guess that we have both been better than right now, all things considered.

[ This might his idea of a joke even if it isn't much of one by... any standards though there's the slightest edge of dry humor to it. Debatable on whether it's recognizable as such since Sunday also makes no attempt to make it any clearer. There's also the fact that he's more or less stating the obvious working against him. But! Being well aware of his ability to twist even the slightest bit of humor into something far too serious, that's all the more reason to not dwell on that line of thought but rather move on. ]

Were you unharmed on your way here? I cannot say I can offer much in the way of aid but I have, [ with a gesture to the small pack resting at his feet where he'd dropped it in the shuffle of finding places to remain hidden, ] some supplies with me. The same for limited things which might make it more comfortable to wait here.

[ Since how long they'll spend here is yet to be determined unless something abruptly changes. ]