Squall shrugs.

"He has his own way of doing things. I'm a soldier. I don't want to put him in danger because we fought something we shouldn't have."

Does he actually care despite his cold exterior? Yes. A lot.

"I'm getting ready to fight. Attacking blindly would just bring unwanted attention so gathering supplies is my plan for now." And doing reckless things when he gets the chance to. His gloved fists are clenched, tension slipping into his shoulders and expression. "I'm making sure my friends go home."