There is a bizarre, unnerving sense of casualness from a man that endeavors to always have an escape plan. The window locks are taped up so no one can lock them in, there's that bag ready, and Drifter's already found a few hidey holes he can lay low in while he figures out what to do.

He looks her over, knowing he can't judge from size and build. He's seen Titans her size, after all. But he gestures loosely.

"Better get you a baseball bat or somethin'. Helps if you got a weapon." And Drifter only keeps his pistol in his room, so he can't offer her a loaner.