Joe had taken a quick shower himself before he'd started his search, nothing intense, just something to get the sweat and remaining blood off.

He had, in fact, found the shears, although he'd brought out the straight razor as well for the edges. He'd also taken the time to spread a towel between the back of a chair and the table to act as a catchall, one that would later be shaken out at the edge of the garden so the birds had some variety in nesting materials.

He cocked his head towards the chair when Booker arrived, "Have a seat, let's see what we can do."