Ryan stopped, holding his hands up slightly. "No worries, I know, you don't want me up close, especially with a weapon..." He listened to what Carter said, then frowned. "Okay, well, first, I don't really have much in my pack, I just need it to carry things, so I'd rather you didn't take it from me, but I'll put it down... As for the crowbar... Remember, I'm just as worried for my life as you are, at least let me keep it with me, and just keep a distance."

Ryan glanced back at the sound of the slightly quieter voice that had commanded him to drop his stuff. [i]She's not trained when it comes to shooting things... Otherwise she would be aiming at my chest rather than my head... I guess it could be habit from hunting... erm... should I call them people anymore? Animals sounds more correct for the walkers...[/i] "You her father?" He said, looking to Carter, wondering about how well they knew each other. [i]If they're friendly, I might have to point out the easier target of the chest for if we stick together and find some thieves... Also not to stand on opposite sides of the target while using a gun...[/i]