Misfired, miscalculated. Cowardice and chaos were not his forte. Nevertheless, Myles was planted in the thick of it, and he had only himself to blame. It was something that was bound to be carried over from the old world to the new, this failure at first impressions, this dearth of cool and luck. He was only going to warn them - shake hands, wish them well, and, forgoing his own chances, depart as soon as he'd arrived. Fortune would decide to take the piss out of him this time. So, so daft he was.
Stifling a curse, he eased out of the frightened doe persona and into something less skittish, wincing as he rose gradually, trembling hands raised and bare. His rifle was useless for now; the crowbar, which had slipped from his grasp and attracted them to the desk, even more so. Words danced near his tongue, evading coherent speech. Sweat moistened his brow. The charred earth soiled his mouth as well as his clothes, and the dirtied fabric of his scarf draped loosely from from his neck. His eyes darted between the three of them, taking in their distinctions at a glance. They were endlessly fascinating as much as they were troubling; it seemed they had managed to retain a fair deal of their youth against the grit, yet the tension in their postures suggested a rigidness about them even outside of danger. He could not blame them: although the man who initially found him gestured to safety, then spoke thereafter, Myles hardly wavered, locked in place by the sight of their weaponry and a startlingly uncharacteristic lack of logic.
But the roving band on the horizon would not wait for them to act. Should the strangers be hostile, this scatter-shot group would likely be disadvantageous. Thinking of this was what finally prompted him to speak: "Hello."
Awkwardly.
And then, with clipped tone and forced smile: "I'm terribly sorry - I assure you this went over more smoothly in my head, and, well--it's a lovely day, certainly, but have you seen the people about? It might be in your best interest to take off. Start anew, as you were probably doing. Don't mind me, oh no. I'll just be taking off, so sorry, so sorry."
This was awful.
Taking a deep, abrupt breath, he added, "I'm Myles. Myles Dunaway."