This isn't Dean's favorite environment, not by a long shot, but it's not one he's completely helpless in. Once he'd have been even kind of in his element, stalking along any trails he finds with a hunting rifle, his pack over one shoulder, alert for any sign of his quarry. He'd always been a hunter. The prey didn't change that so much.

He doesn't have a rifle, now, just his ivory-handled Colt for appearances sake. It makes for a good distraction if anyone tries to attack him, gives him the moment he needs to get the upper hand if he didn't have it already. So many people will focus on such a weapon and ignore that he doesn't even need it at all, anymore.

He seems harmless enough. Certainly more approachable than the version she may have seen around her own Barge here and there. He's also not exactly hiding, but neither does he seem to be actively searching for anything.