Christy continued to remain frozen in place, as the men advanced on their position and she tried not to make a sound. She felt a tickling in the back of her throat and felt the icy, creeping sensation of dread itch over her as she realise she needed to sneeze. Her eyes widened as she pressed down further against Jeffrey and held her nose, begging whatever Gods were out there to prevent the inevitable. They answered her prayers; the need to sneeze ebbed until she could release the grip on her face. Relieved, she exhaled silently with a grin. 

"I think we should say something," Christy whispered to Jeffrey, "I think we should introduce ourselves. Just keep your gun ready, and hidden out of view, and we'll be fine."

She raised a quizzical eyebrow at him as she searched his expression to see if he approved of her suggestion. She could see of no alternatives - she hardly wanted to be discovered on the strangers' terms. It was better if Christy and Jeffrey could surprise them, rather than the other way around. Besides; they would soon stumble across the fried alligator.