Ah. Not thinking ahead. A dangerous brain disease that Takemichi suffers from regularly. His concerned gaze slides from his battered nail back to the gun turret, then to Levi. He can't just walk away and leave this kid on his own. He wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if he did.

"I'm Takemichi. I haven't been here long, but... Maybe I could run down and grab you some supplies or food or something. I could even keep watch a bit myself, so you could go tell somebody about this.

How's that sound?"