Sighing, Liam nodded and holstered the gun. It hadn't been just for Flemming's benefit, and he hoped the others caught on to what he had been saying. He wrung his hands in his pockets and cast his eyes toward the distance they would need to travel.

"Just stick with the group," he said, giving a quick glance and smile for the man. He couldn't blame him for being frightened, though it looked something more than that. It didn't matter; they were stuck with each other and would have to deal with whatever attitudes or morals everyone held. "We'll be fine."