X turned towards the sound, pulling his rifle from his shoulder into his hands, and dashed into the market, gun raised. "Who's there? I will shoot if you threaten me! If this is an ambush, your brains will be against the wall in a second. I'm just here to help, if you're friendly. If not, then someone gets hurt. End of story." He scanned the aisles, looking for a living person that wasn't a feral.