[ The kid's sullen, but he's got the spirit — Homelander clocks the way he fixes his posture, the way he tries to appear more— well, more. More brave, more old, more strong, more certain. ]

Doesn't always take ingesting whatever the fuck it is for it to work, [ he says, reaching up to take off his mask. ] Sometimes it's just— where you are. Something you're holding onto. Sometimes it's nothing.

This time, I'd guess it's the activity.

[ He looks down at his mask, the rough shape of an eagle's beak staring back up at him, then looks back up at Travis. ]

Just luck of the draw that you're one of the hunted.

[ There's an edge to his words, floating in the air like the exposed blade of a knife, before he nods his head back in the direction of the house. ]

You'll be safe, out of the woods. Probably.