Goody would never count himself as "brave". He knows he's not. His a coward. He always would be one. It wasn't bravery that had him out in this. It was reckless abandon either. He shifts a little and slowly gives an awkward grin.

It's getting easier to play the role he's used to playing around others. The congenial southern gentleman. Nothing wrong with him. "Can't say I'm much of either. But I've weathered a few hurricanes. You get your supplies while it's still calm enough to be out. Best to take care of needs now, so that you're ready for the worst of it later on." It's not foolishness or bravery. It's pure survival.

"You're welcome to join me if you want." Mostly because he hopes that this young man could sort of guide him to the general store. He still hasn't gotten the lay of the land.