Jon kept a straight face, not amused by the man's way of talking, and everything about him, actually. Guess a lot of the survivors go mad after everything that happened. Good thing I'm not one of those people.
His mind was racing as he grabbed his backpack from behind him. Though it has been empty for a while, except for his jacket inside, he did it to grab a little more time to think. He tilted his head up, glaring, and threw the bag down in front of him, along with the machete. "Get it, then." He told the man. "It's all yours." He nodded towards his stuff and made a good fake half-smile.