His gaze slides to Joe's fingers before he tears his eyes away, knowing that he needs to bury those thoughts down because the war might not be here, but that doesn't change things. "Maybe I can read it," he suggests. "It could tell me a little about what I did here last time, or..." Or maybe he shouldn't let that influence him.

Frustrated, exhausted, and hungry, Webster pushes both hands through his hair. "Maybe you should just keep showing me around, for now."