Joel's eyes went to Jeff. He had seen the guy around town a few times. In the store with his younger brother, jogging along the side of the road, sitting silently in the corner of the diner, sure. But he'd never actually spoken to the guy before. As a matter of fact, he couldn't honestly say he'd ever heard Jeff's voice before. It was deeper than he imagined it being, for some reason. It would be surreal hearing him speak if there weren't horrific things going on already. Quickly, he dragged himself out of his own head, back to the topic at hand.

Letting the strong athletic man go get the gun from his car.

"I'm fast. I can make it to your car, grab the gun, and make it back here. In record time." He assured, a small, confident smile forming at the edges of his mouth. And his confidence, Joel would admit, was infectious. HE hadn't said much, but he could tell that Jeff believed each of them. Hell, he had said it with such assuredness that he [i]had[/i] to believe him. With a small nod, Joel stood up, taking the keys out of his back pocket, unhooking the larger key from the rest of the cluster and tossing it to Jeff, who caught it without a trouble.

"You're looking for the tan '73 Oldsmobile. It should be by the sign near the exit." Joel said, setting his hat back on his head, tugging it down some.

"Oh! Like the one from Evil Dead, right?" said Valencia, who had been sitting on the other side of the booth. She had gotten up on her knees to peek between the dividers between the booths and had been listening in on their plans. She was strangely cheery, despite the situation. "I love that movie!"

"Oh...um, yeah, thats it. Thats why I got it." Joel said, which made Valencia's smile a little bigger, somehow. He smiled back, confusedly and awkwardly, before turning his attention back to Jeff. "There's a revolver in the glove box. Get in, grab it, get out. Theres a lock on the gun, so when you get it in here, I'll unlock it."

"Now--hold on!"

Everyone at the table turned to the source of the outburst. It was Robert, who was up and on the move, limping with his cane over to them. But even with his very noticeable limp, he was still incredibly intimidating. Hes steps were loud and clumsy, but purposeful. Jeff, uninterested, had already started moving towards the front doors.

"How old is he? Sixteen? You wanna send a kid out there? Huh? He could die! Do you want that on your heads?"

"Calm down, Bob. Im sure he can handle it." Lee said, stepping out, arms crossed over her suit jacket, eyebrow raised as she peered at him over her glasses. "Besides, it's better than sitting in here and waiting for whatever the fuck is out there to come in here, right? And [i]if[/i] that happens, it'd be nice to have something to defend ourselves with, right?"