Enrique took Shannon's hand and smiled, " Nice to meet you," he said. He heard the British woman speak and dropped Shannon's hand. He turned to face the British woman and listened to her speak. She mentioned more people was clumsier and that they'd need more supplies, she knew the risks and he hoped the group did too. Enrique wasnt okay being a burden, he was relieved when she introduced herself that was a sign of trust. At least in the world that used to be, however nowadays names didn't matter. Regardless she wasnt bad looking, and she certainly wasnt stupid as much as he hated to say it she was his type. He would just have to put it aside and move on.

"A pleasure to put a name to the face that had her rifle trained on me," Enrique said taking her hand and shaking it, "I wont be taking your supplies, I can take care of myself keep my own food and watch my own ass. I assure you in a firefight my guns are great in the hands of an ex army ranger, and I can cut a corpse in two. Now I know earlier you enquired about what I was packing, lemme show you." 

Enrique reached into his backpack and pulled out his snub nosed shotgun, he tossed it on the table and it landed with a thud. He pulled out 2 boxes of shells and set them next to the shotgun. He unzipped the front pocket and pulled out his fathers pistol and pulled the slide back, he smiled when it clicked into place. He set it on the table and looked at the group.