He nods in vague agreement, offering a noncommittal grunt, but seems happy to move on to supply searching and finding amusement in the valiant attempts at flirting. He had to assume flirting was the man's natural state, since even the most beautiful or handsome of people would look, and smell, like a drowned rat in all this rain.

"Well, you got it half right. 'Terrible' isn't completely inaccurate," He's mostly joking. Mostly.

"So, I'm guessing we're looking for tents, or other noticeable signs of an old campsite?" Something large like that would be slightly easier to find in the rain and mud than crates he assumed, "Maybe they thought you'd be less likely to attract the attention of bears. Or get stuck in mud." Because now that neither of their lives were being threatened by said bears, it definitely seemed like something he should tease the stranger about.