He waited until he'd been able to create some distance between himself and their current threat, taking cover behind a small outcropping of rock and utilising the distraction created by the other man to reach for his own weapon. He was hardly an expert when it came to firearms - knives had always been his weapon of choice - but in his 'dreamlife' he had at least handled guns once or twice, knew roughly what he was doing with one.

It still seemed ridiculously surreal to find himself in a situation like this, but there was little point in thinking on that now, and he squeezed off a few rounds with the stun gun himself, aiming for the same area he's seen Malcolm shooting for. He'd rather be running, but leaving the group wasn't an option, not when remaining together held the highest percentage of survival.