[The other guy seems to have the right idea, Greg thinks. Too many people here were not even remotely prepared to handle a problem like this, or even remotely prepared to handle guns. This was going to be an absolute disaster in the making.

Greg's estimation of Jorgmund's competency, already extremely low to begin with, took a sharp dip downward.]

For that matter, don't point them at anything you aren't absolutely sure you want to put a hole in. I don't care if the safety is on or not, don't play around with 'em. Y'aint Annie Oakley, for cryin' out loud.

[Happy to see someone else who's at least reasonably competent with a gun, Greg turns to Tucker. They might be stuck together for who knows how long, and it's definitely better to be stuck with someone who won't accidentally shoot him.]

Name's Greg Saunders. That the voice of experience talking or was the team-killing an exaggeration? Either way, good call on reminding em all of what can happen when you're screwing around with these things.

[He glances back at the town, giving it a wary look. He wasn't looking forward to seeing whatever was in there.]

We got enough problems coming without having to worry about dodging bullets from our own side.