The scene in front of Matt was one that evolved quite quickly. The veterinarian, though nowadays he was regarded more as a doctor, was simply looking for a drink. When he had gotten his drink, he absorbed himself in it. Apparently there had been a disagreement that had turned physical, maybe not, Matt was not paying much attention, and now the security for the camp arrived. An Asian fellow leading a crack team, Matt assumed. The survivors in the camp needed to focus less on fighting and more on surviving, Matt knew that, so he decided that it would be best to intervene at this point.

"Guys, guys" he said, turning from his barstool. "There is no need for this to proceed any further" he spoke calmly when he spoke. "Lets just have some drinks and calm down, please. It's a shitty night anyway, no need for any more drama".