As much as Doom wanted to immediately take offense to the quick nickname, they had better things to do than bicker. He stands once she's 'standing' away from him and brushes what dust and sand he can get off his clothes, which is not much considering their escapades in the desert practically embedded it into his clothes.

"We won't find it here. We should get moving," Doom says as he takes a few steps away to get a good look at their surroundings. Southwest Americana, he hates it, but they're here and he'll have to tolerate it for now.

There's a pause as he takes in her question and he's almost about to ask what kind of question is that before he stops and realizes that no, that's actually practical to ask in his situation. "I haven't had the chance to test it, personally, but I believe I could charge myself that way."