Josh was infinitely grateful to whoever the dude was with the gun, but he wasted no time thanking him. Nope- he just kept his momentum, made some super awesome flying leap into the car, luckily not stabbing anyone. He slung his bag off his shoulder and rested it in his lap, and then proceeded to just breathe for a few minutes while he thanked his lucky stars he'd made it.
Should he question why the fuck he'd gotten into a car with a bunch of strangers? No...and the guy had a gun, probably worth hanging around with him. So he decided to make some conversation.
Still panting heavily, he said, 'What...what the fuck...' Pant pant. 'Were those...things?'