Walking forward and eyeing his current standings. "I have a right few questions and a few thoughts. First, it's a damn news copter, not everybody will fit in or around it. Second, I am hoping everybody has their own rations, I am willing to share and whatnot but we can't stay put too long or we will starve, or even dehydrate. Third," He continued his ranting questions, with almost no sign of stopping. "We have a child we need to take care of, infact, if you really want to think about it. Three, three children with child like problems, if they have yet to grow out of them. Lastly, there must have been other things out there who may have followed us back. I myself am volunteering to stay up as guard." He finished as he set down his backpack up against the copter, half in the shade, grabbing his 38. and then pulling out and spinning the empty chamber of the gun, suddenly stopping and pushing it back into its normal spot. He yawned putting his empty canteen on the ground, and searching his bag, he found a fresh apple he had picked up by luck and set it aside. He then emitting a worn down picture of his wife and kid, he set it in his pocket after giving it a good look.