[ Drake lets the 'huh' sit, figuring the stranger doesn't think this is the time for small talk -- or big talk -- and he'd be right. He pulls on the new shoes and abandons his old ones as not worth the trouble, then pulls out another pair and sets about tying the laces together. ]

Kind of a weird thing to fight with around your neck, but I see your point. I might bleed through this.

[ He could use another pair of jeans, too, but that's a thing he can get without borrowing any when he circles back to the apartment. He's just finishing up when they hear a shout outside. ]

...sounds like someone needs help, let's go.