Denial is a powerful thing, friend, even in the zombie apocalypse.

"Thanks!" Excellent, he has something to do for the rest of the morning, although he shoots Reiner a scowl after his last comment. Eren would make an excellent target, and would greatly improve Jean's odds on actually hitting something.

But whatever. He scrounges up some dented, rusty tin cans that can't be used for anything else and meets Reiner on the roof, dumping the cans at his feet. "These'll work, right?"