He was worried. The abilities that he had had in his dream had been just that-- a dream. He didn't have foresight to know things that might help him. It would never be much, but he would have hoped that he would have been able to find shelter at the very least. But he couldn't leave people behind. He was no leader, but he needed to help however he could.

"Can... can anyone defend themselves?" he asked in his quiet voice, uncertain. Twitch certainly couldn't. He still trembled constantly, and his head ached from the stress. But he needed to do something, somehow. His hands trembled too bad for the rifle to be any use at all to him, and he was having trouble figuring out if he could even use the knife. But he was going to try. "I should be able to help with cooking."