Alfie gets a skeptical look, but Royce does what he says as far as putting his clothes up. He doesn't seem to have much shame, anyway; off goes his cloak and shirt - he leaves his pants because he's got his makeshift shiv tucked away there. Boots, socks, mittens, gloves, all off, then a washcloth to dry himself off.

And then he pulls his dry blanket out of his bag, immediately pulling it around him. It's a process, and while he doesn't exactly stare right at Alfie while he does it, he's very much keeping an eye on the other man. Nothing personal, it's really just the way he is with everybody.

"You've been busy," Royce says finally, pulling his bag to him to root through it for food.