Liam turned to give a Look to the one who had spoken up. What he really wanted to do was stop and catalogue what resources the Workers had truly left them with, yet he knew staying still in the heat was no way to be — if not for himself, then for Ken and the rest of the lot. He pulled the stun rifle off from where it hung on the back of the knapsack, keeping it studiously pointed toward the ground and his finger nowhere near the trigger, and shook it for emphasis.

"You don't need to do anything more than point — and shoot with a gun. Don't shoot your friends, don't shoot yourself and don't forget about the safety, whatever you do," he instructed. Years in the War before he had died left him with equal parts healthy respect, disgust and instinct when dealing with a firearm. He did not want to be handling it (even if it really did only stun), yet would not forego the chance at protection because of his own aversion. Liam would deal with his nerves as best he could. "Can't handle it, then don't carry it. We don't need any accidents on our hands now."