James sat in silence on top of the campervan on its side, his legs hanging down, and the hockeystick on his lap, watching the exchange between the Aussie and the American. He blinks slowly, a small grin on his face, as the American questions the Australian girl about his weapon, he seemed exasperated to say the least.

"If it's any consolation, I won't be attempting to take it either." The young man spoke slowly and deliberately, his accent suggested a slightly well-to-do background, private school. In fact, he had been a private school boy, in Cheshire, through most of his teens. It seemed so long ago, even though he was only twenty-three. "I learnt a long time ago not to separate Americans from their guns... You're quite protective over them."

Smiling down at the two, he swings his legs back and forth slowly, not moving from his perch. "I must say... I was quite excited when I heard the cursing... More English speakers seemed appealing in this hellhole..."