Jesus both liked and didn't like cities. He could get around easily from building to building and get into places that other people couldn't get into but the dead could be places there wouldn't be normally too and again, yeah: people. People are always more dangerous. "I've been thinking about systematic a while now. With a finer tooth than before. Even small places can have things of use in them."

When he breathes out it's in a faint sigh. "Cities can have good supplies though. If you need a runner for any trips out, I'm..." His leg jiggles slightly where he sits, thinking of how to word it. "I'm a loner most days but those kind of excursions aren't appropriate for it. You've seen how useful I can be out, just on the less-useful side of it."

He laughs, soft and good-natured: it's clear he holds no ill-will about being tied up or thrown around or knocked out. Look, he gets it.