The journal is closed at this, further conversation likely distracting and unhelpful to the Gunman. He was smart--he'd fare on his own reasonably well for the time it took for Lupin to reach the lake.

Clothing and magnum were gathered quickly, as well as what ammo could be found in the place, and hastily packed into a duffle bag that was seeing a lot of use recently. The fedora was not treated as such, but donned with care. There was never a good reason to wrinkle a hat, after all.

Items thus gathered, Lupin officially set off. Passerbys may notice a jovial tenor singing boldly and loudly, alternating between British pop and Queen. He's not purposfully trying to scare people. He's in a damn good mood.