"I'm a friend!" Ulysses almost cried out when he saw the gun aimed at him. Guns, to a certain extent, scared the ever loving hell out of him and his new friend was not earning any points aiming one at him. A strange sound caught Ulysses attention, part of the boat suddenly shifting, moving towards his new strange friend. "Look out!" He sharply said, moments before the device cracked the man across the head, knocking him onto his ass. When the gun was dropped out of his hand, Ulysses found some relief and took the moment to climb aboard, thanking the boat for stopping his new friend from doing something that would've made this a very short friendship. The moment he was aboard, he dropped down and took a seat on the boat that seemed to be able to attack people on command. Ulysses made a mental note to be very nice to the boat, lest he receive a blow to the head to match the strange man who was now yelling gibberish.

"And I thought I didn't talk good." Ulysses almost laughed, removing his bow and rucksack to lay them down next to him. He had no intention of using them and wanted to make sure that the other survivor understood that. "Are you okay?" He called out to the man who had still yet to rise, "I'm gonna come over now, don't do nothing silly, alright?" Ulysses stood slowly, leaving all of his stuff where he placed it, not wanting to agitate the man any further. He walked slowly, both cautious of the man and the potentially abusive boat. When he reached the man, he rose his hands in the air, opening them. "I ain't got nothin on me." He said, crouching slowly a few feet from the man, "You're bleedin' a lot. For a fella with such a strange mutation, I figured you'd be a bit more... tough like."