Peter, for his part, keeps the tire iron and almost allows himself to feel a little proud that when he saw it he used it rather than running away to let her take care of the problem. She could have handled it, he's sure, but somewhere along the line he's stopped being the person who'd make her do it to save his own skin (and lunch). He lets the metal rod drop to his side, but his grip on it is sure and his gaze is more alert than before.

He glances at her when she suggests guns, hesitates, then says, "You won't be the only person who's thought of it. Could find someone else alive there, could find the place looted, could find it torn to pieces after someone tried to hole up there."