[ The words take a few seconds to truly register, the sounds absorbed and replaying in his mind subconsciously until he deems them worthy of perusing. Ah. Complaints. At least that is expected. ]

In this world, I'm no longer surprised by the poor conditions of things. [ "Poor conditions". That's a kind way to describe the scene before them both. Is he afraid? Not even remotely. Perhaps ill at ease thanks to his hindered ability to see. ] Keep your guard up. What weaponry did you bring?