"Little bi-" He looked back, "Sup, so I guess were going to city?" He said in a friendly manner.

Yet, he knew his Rifle would be okay, having a weird intuition that they were in good hands, or so he thinks. 

He hopes gets it back, put at least, he has his pistol, not as good, though infinite is infinite.

As he walked back toward the group, he was quiet, mostly playing with his pistol, spinning it.