Two peas in a fucked up pod, they are. The only difference is that he only believed he was why everything around him was fucking up, when it was just shit beyond his control.

To his credit, he doesn't ask her to come in and help him find anything. He has the experience here, out of the two of them. There's no reason that she should be forced to put herself in danger any more than she already has.

"Why do you think I haven't invited you to come by and meet my friends?" he snorts, craning his head as he crouches down and catches sight of what Helga had noticed. There's a moment that he hopes it's just something dead back there, or maybe something accidentally dropped, but the longer he looks, the more he realizes that it had to have been wedged there deliberately.

"Wish I had some fuckin' gloves," he mutters as he reaches back to try and pull it out.