Dex watched with curiosity and still a fair amount of wariness as Arthur brought out supplies for some makeshift shoes. He took them and started wrapping his feet up, attaching the book covers with the rope so at least his soles weren’t going to end up getting chewed to pieces anymore than they already had. The former sniper wasn’t sure if the other man was doing this out of the kindness of his heart or if he expected a favor in the future. Either way, Dex was in no position to question the actions.

Once he’d gotten the improvised shoes on and had tested his weight on them gingerly for a moment, he turned to Arthur. “My name is Dex.” No last name attached. Once again, he was reluctant to reveal anything more than he absolutely had to.