Evan awkwardly sat in the front, watching the streets pass with a forlorn expression. He listened to the two arguing, but didn't care much for it, only knew it was them suffering in the end. Teamwork would be essential working with complete strangers, but Evan wasn't sure how well the average group such as his could adapt like that. Not realizing it, Evan was still holding the Glock, and he nonchalantly brought his eyes around the truck until locating Damian, the one who supplied him with the pistol before.

"Think this is yours." He said, passing the firearm back to Damian, catching a glimpse of the woman passed out in the back. [i]Jesus..[/i]