"Whoa, okay, I'm backing up," he answers. After he moves back about twenty paces, he puts his shotgun down, unholsters his own revolver, and sets it next to his shotgun. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spook you guys. I just wanted a little company and I thought I could find a way to help you guys in return."
He removes his pack and takes the contents out; a flashlight, canteen, and the grenade he found a while back. "I don't have much, but I know a thing or two about fighting, and everyone could always an extra gun on their side, right?"