Glancing over at the truck, then back at the siblings, before nodding decisively. "Good idea, Claire. The truck will provide a bit more cover for us if they aren't friendly, and will give us a quick 'out' if we can't overpower them," he stopped himself, before revising his statement: "No matter what, we need to be going there peacefully. We aren't thieves, and we have to give them a chance in case they are friendly - just like you gave me a chance. I was unarmed, and you coulda' shot me, Chris." He then looked over at Claire. He wasn't fond of putting her in potential danger - or either of them, for that matter - but knew it was necessary for all of their survival, on the off-chance the people at the fire weren't open to talking anything out. "If they're about to attack, get behind the truck or find something solid for cover. I'll try to pin them down with suppressive fire while you get to safety." Getting his keys, he made his way to the old two-door Toyota and started the engine. Taking a deep breath and laying the shotgun on his lap, he leaned out the window and beckoned Chris and Claire to get in.