"Food court sounds good. I'll take a pass on anything requiring a change of clothes for now." There was also not wanting to part with his prosthetic leg and being left vulnerable in the strange new surroundings. Curtis might have conveyed a disposition that was at ease while they walked but wasn't remotely, confused as to what his volunteering had actually got him into. It was better to make allies than enemies under the circumstances so he appreciated Edward's company.

If Edward was the observant type, he might notice the unnatural placement of his left foot. Curtis didn't hobble or walk with a limp. He had learned to use his prosthetic leg into a natural gait, having something of a swagger in his step to cover the lost limb. "Where are you from, Edward? --If you don't mind me asking." The question was uttered in a friendly tone with an equally friendly glance.

He kept a steady check of their surroundings while trying to keep a casual posture as they walked.