(OOC: Ouch, I understand, dead air- great to hear that ^^)
Another maneater dead…in front of him, just seconds after the weird smile it gave him. He got up slowly and was a bit saddened at the sight he saw seconds ago, all while listening to what hunter had to say.
“I don’t blame you for violence, violence is a part of human being whether I like it or not, but I’d like to leave now…” He knew she would most likely disagree, or prevent him from leaving for that might be suicide, or may mean leaving these maneaters here to wound or worse…kill other people.
“I won’t be of much help, at least not with a gun that happens to have one bullet left.” He then quickly added, still clinging to hope…hope that this bloodied situation may yet change.