Zmerr looked around at the people around him, his head swimming in confusion. They were all Non-humans? This was very interesting. Somehow the survivors of many a race managed to find shelter under the leafy canopy of this underdeveloped island. 

Zmerr's shivers ceased and he watched the one with the strange eyes as he spoke to the others like he had control of the situation. He looked to the other two. The man held his rifle. 

"You, uh, might want to be careful with that." He pointed at the rifle. "Those aren't easy to make and I'll find a way to kill you if you break it. Even if I have to haunt you." He crossed his arms and grunted with irritation.

He looked at the woman. She looked amused. Clearly, she wasn't afraid of the rifle. But, then, none of the others knew what it could do. They'd likely be in trouble if Zmerr was holding onto it. He knew how to supercharge it.