He thinks it through.

And then he clips his axe back onto his belt.

His hands are shaking. Behind him, Nancy and her brother crowd in to hide behind him. He looks over his shoulder at them before talking again. "It's okay, kids," he says quietly. "We're okay."

He turns back to Voodoo and Lindianne. "JTF, like the people blocking off the bridges to Manhattan. Yeah. I know who you are." And from the slight frown on his face, it's obvious that he's not a fan. "It's been hell here. Where've you been all this time?"

"We've been trying to get through this out here, and not a peep from any of you people! And now you come swanning in, scaring kids, pointing a gun at me, and you expect me to just take your word for it? Where the hell do you get off?!"

The boy tugs on the man's sleeve, startling him out of his venting. He looks back at the kids. When he pulls down his hood and scarf, it's clear just how rough things have been. His cheeks are sallow. There are dark circles under his eyes. Even despite that, there's still some fire in his eyes.

"Just... put the gun down, okay? Not in front of Nancy and Jordan," he says after a moment.