Bishop was a bit put off by the lack of communication between them after he had greeted everyone. He had a feeling they wouldn't make it very far if they were all so solemn. He followed in behind the young boy, deciding to stay quiet for now. The air was thick with dust and it caught in Bishop's throat, causing a short cough. He kept his shotgun in hand, no one knew what was down there and he would not allow their group to be ambushed or caught off guard by god knows what.

Again he tried to make conversation with the group. "What munitions does everyone have?" He asked looking around, Derek seemed like he was carrying a very light load. "I have three shells for my shotgun, four pipe bombs, and a length of wire for traps." He hoped that he could get everyone communicating and working more effectively. "Also I have a very good knowledge of traps and I'm sure I could rig up a few things if we run into...opposition. For lack of a better term." He hoped that they wouldn't run into anything too tough or deadly. Or anything at all really, what he wouldn't give for a bit of information about what they were up against. He wondered what everyone else brought to the team. The one girl was carrying a medical bag so he could guess what she was good at, and one of the men had a gas mask. As he was looking at his comrades he noticed that one of them looked deathly ill and as though he hadn't bathed for days, he wondered if the man was terminally ill.