Curtis is outfitted in ratty clothes he took from a donation bin. The jacket is a little bit big, but it fits. The left sleeve of the coat is rolled up and pinned in place where his stump starts. He looks dirty. Which is a feat considering he got out of the hospital a few days. He was freshly cleaned when he left. But he's been trying to find a way home. Dirt always finds it's way back onto Curtis Everett. Sticking to his skin. His hair. Under his nails. Beard growing less and less maintained.

The yell makes him jerk up. His ears listening to follow the sound as a thump echoes. He's been laying low among the trees for a while now. Away from people. Usually Curtis runs. Makes his way away from people when he hears them approaching, but she could need help. For as much as Curtis isn't sure he trusts people he doesn't like the idea of leaving someone out there that might need help. His own kindness betrays him more often than he cares to admit.

He reaches up with his hand to remove the knit hat from his head. Hand brushing over short hair. "You okay?"