He muttered and groaned and he redid his belt, walk funnily as he made his way to his rifle. He pointedly did not look at the mutants as he decided this would one of those jobs that he didn't brag about to whores and fellow gamblers, right up the with the bandit Hannibal shit-salinger.
"Are ya happy now, ya kinky witch?! I think ya ripped me sphincter...."
He ran a hand over his stubble covered, somewhat handsome face. "Wait, where we going now? You monsters just got done murdering dozens of bandits! I'd think a brew is in order, aye?"