[Todd sees the horse well before he pays its rider any mind and just. Jesus. Christ. For all the feelings of imminent death that vulture caused, that demon horse has it beat on sheer facts of being proximal and terrifying. Nonetheless, Todd already looks the part of an outsider, he's going to do his damn best not to act it as well. He keeps the disgruntled expression on his face when he finally looks up at the horse's rider.

Olympian Guard. Faaaantastic. Well, it makes keeping his mood patently irritable (at the universe) easier than slipping into fear. Why is every native on this planet an asshole? And why are all the cops he ever meets total dicks? Todd rolls his eyes as if he's making some grand point for the both of them.]

I wouldn't know, I'm not bothering with the mood you're all in. Besides, I brought plenty of supplies for a few more nights of camping if need be.

[It's a bluff, sort of, in so much as Todd never left the city in the first place. And while he definitely does have what passes for camping supplies thanks to Dr. Watson's kit and looting some dead bodies, he's not exactly a rugged outdoorsman.]