Otis was taken a little aback by the man's thick accent. Of course that wasn't really the annoying part. The annoying part was when he asked him to drop his gun.

"Uh, how about NO Scott." He said, as his face turned into a scowl and he raised his shotgun at the man. "How about you fuck yourself, yes?" The man had stepped on some bad territory with Otis and he wasn't about to take shit from him. Though it wouldn't really look good to the rest of the group, but he doubted they even knew each other that well.

He had told men with loaded guns to shove it up theirs many times before. Now was no exception. "I don't know your intentions, because you raised a fucking weapon at me and started grinning! Now who's gotten ulterior motives here, fuckface?! Drop YOUR FUCKING WEAPON. YOU RAISED IT FIRST." 

The situation was slightly calmed by the interference from the female. Otis didn't lower his weapon, but decided a little friendly banter was alright. "Yeah, that's a little out of the question. Not to mention I'd rather never go there ever again." Going back would only mean becoming a training cadre of some kind, and Otis wasn't really thrilled by the idea of being a drill sergeant.