Claire listened intently. She was glad Jack hadn't just pushed her away, metaphorically speaking of course, well physically too. Most of the people she knew weren't big fans of the democrats, but personally she'd never cared, or learned the difference. Never once had her life changed when a new party took charge, though she liked the fact that he had joined for a good reason. Then he pointed out the smoke and she walked over to Chris. When Jack said they could tag along she looked at her brother. Chris looked at her and nodded.

Chris took out his revolver and knocked out the last three bullets and showed them to Jack. "We'll tag along, but this is all we got for ammunition." He reloaded the three bullets into the gun and holstered it, then pulled out his butterfly knife from his pocket. "Other than that I got this and Claire has her six throwing knives. We'll do our best to back you up, but most of our tactics involve letting others walk in on us, or just not confronting them...we have a few risky plans to deal with approaching people...but they all involve a lot of risk...You got any suggestions for how we approach this unknown scenario, Jack?" Chris realized when Claire had called him Jack that he probably should too.