He gives a quiet scoff of a laugh, barely enough to make a sound.

"It's happened before," he murmurs, "we'll make do." He doesn't like to say 'I'll probably just keep working' because it makes people frown, but that's the usually been the truth of the matter and is unlikely to change.

He gives her a little nudge with his elbow as they step around a particularly deep puddle. "Maybe we'll finish paving the road someday," he muses, "...like in Cliffside."