It's particularly unnerving when you can't get a decent read on a person. He's not sure what to make of that smile but the effect has had the exact opposite in that it's just put him more on edge as they traipse through the woods.

That the man admits he's experienced with wild plants earns a tiny point in his favor, the gloves, a begrudging second. "Yeah, well some of the plants around here don't wait to be touched before doing their damage," he points out, his voice only slightly muffled behind the breathing mask he's secured over the lower half of his face.

"My big brother got a small whiff of one flower once and couldn't tell top from bottom for hours." The faintest chuckle escapes him at the memory; it wasn't funny at the time given he had to mostly drag his brother home and he was a full head taller and twice as broad in girth.