The man frowned at Josh's story, muttering 'fucking perverts' as he put the gun into the makeshift holster at his belt. "Yeah, let's go. I'd rather not be travelin' in the dark." He looked at them for a few moments, as if noting something.

Jinny was halfway hiding behind Josh now, and while her face was less scared, her hands were opening and closing and fingers wiggling in obvious nervousness. In a rare show of childishness (for her, anyway) she grabbed Josh's hand with her own small and shaking one. Her hand only fit around three of his fingers.

The man grunted slightly, and gestured for them to follow. He picked up the rest of his tools and stowed them, before sliding into the front seat of the truck.