[He accepts the hand up... and leaves the umbrella on the ground where it probably belongs. Now that there's no immediate need to panic, he feels a bit embarrassed.]
Daryl gave me a gun. [He pulls it out of a coat pocket. Judging by the zombie goo on it, it's seen some use as a blunt instrument.] But I would rather not use a loud projectile weapon in an enclosed space.
[Or at all. He hasn't forgotten the person he shot on the red planet.]
no subject
Daryl gave me a gun. [He pulls it out of a coat pocket. Judging by the zombie goo on it, it's seen some use as a blunt instrument.] But I would rather not use a loud projectile weapon in an enclosed space.
[Or at all. He hasn't forgotten the person he shot on the red planet.]