A near smile twitches at the corners of his lips and he nods, taking a long drink off the bottle of water in front of him.

"That'd be me. You look like you could use a little armor yourself - faith won't protect you from mutated bugs as big as your head."

He respects preachers in the same way he respects cops - they don't always see eye to eye, and he doesn't care about their rules, but as long as they're decent people and don't get in his way or tell him how to do his job they'll get along just fine.