Milo heard the man, and his messed up speech. "You sick fuck!! What the hell, we are out here trying to survive a literal hell and you are talking about sex and fun!! No!!" Milo's voice wasn't calm and collected, soft or caring, it was fueled by rage by hatred, he wanted to kill the man, to just wipe him from the earth. Milo threw his picks aside, "No weapons, one on one, Mano y Mano. If you fight anywhere close to how filed you are this oughta be easy for ya, but I doubt you have much to back yourself up with."