Whirring noises and a chopping motion. Elder Rivers was certain this wasn't any sort of greeting or handshake- they had already been met. He turned around to see if someone was there, but as he suspected, it was no one. Elder Rivers wondered why Santa couldn't simply talk- or maybe he's been trying to but all the sounds were muffled by the mask.

Elder Rivers turned his attention back to the store, picking up a welding mask and protective gloves. He figured those would be the most useful against the zombies. He also needed some kind of a weapon- or at least one stronger than a BB gun. A blow torch and propane tank would work- but wouldn't be so effective while on the sleigh. He sat back and pondered what he could possibly use.