[Fake-casually drawls "Thaaaank you" at the saw. Pauses halfway turned toward a wall, turning it over...

Better they've got it than anything else, certainly.

Annnd as far as Josh is concerned, better he's got it than a condescending for-all-intents-and-purposes stranger; the lack of trust goes both ways. But it looks like they're also on the same page with regards to how they ought to be doing this.

Josh is still examining the saw, with thoughtfully-narrowed eyes; not really "rehearsing" with it. Also still not exactly paying Beckett full focus. On the horror movie thing, he gives a lazy repartee:]

I ain't ashaaamed, yo.

[Further demonstrated by the use of "yo", one supposes.

And he could absolutely explain that one, but. Business potentially pertaining to survival first.]

Guess so.

Would be pretty sad, though, man, if those were the only damn beds in the place, but -- the exit? I agree with.

Not so much worried about anything breaking in, anyway.

[Not that couldn't do it with or without a barricade, at least.

Nnnope, it's what could already be crawling around here that seems more immediately worth minding.]