Norum catches the flask and joins Daniel in the corner, gathering any soft materials around them such as old newspapers and such to act as a primitive nest and set his jacket over himself like a blanket, tucking his flask and bag under the jacket, waiting for whenever Ryde would catch up.
Once he's set, he inhales deeply and exhales slowly to try to balance his breathing and heart rate, and pulls his hat over his eyes, and then whispers to the new faux bum next to him. "Should we be ready for them?", he asks, reaching into his bag, his hands wrapping around the grip of his 159, thumb flicking back the safety and index finger resting on the side of the gun.