（ man who carries a blade like this. scarred up like that. calm, competent. not afraid of the blood or a little hard work. funny, how joel's still more accustomed to those sorts than any of the well-to-do city folk here. truth be told, he wouldn't want to tangle with this one — but at least that doesn't seem to be in the cards right yet.

and if it happens otherwise, well, he just gave joel a weapon. ）

The trick's making sure you don't nick the bowel. It's still savable if you do, of course, but you need to rinse it real quick.

（ he gestures at where he'd scooped the guts out, intact and gleaming with viscera. then: ）

Help me turn it over. We'll let it drain some.

（ let the blood run out onto a space he's cleared and prepped — more leaves, to keep as much dirt as possible out. he's even ditched the area a little so the blood stays in one concentrated spot he can kick dirt over afterwards.

clearly, an old hand at this. ）