Alex walked cautiously towards the vehicle, relieved to see the girls were okay and equally relieved the horn had stopped. "I'm Alex Culver," he said. "I play for the Kings." 

He glanced over the newcomers. A few had guns, meaning they were either good to be around or that Alex and the girls were fucked. He chose to interpret their presence as a good thing- common enemy, right? Banding together in a time of crisis and all that. "You guys from Camp Pendleton?" he asked. "We only just made it out. Car's out of fuel." He held out his bag of scavenged supplies, an olive branch for the newcomers. "Found a little food. Not much, but I'll share it. A little booze, too," he said with a smile.