"Oh, yeah, like I'm totally going to sit here without an object to defend myself with." Jeremy quickly snarked out. Fuckin' rude ass people. He didn't give a fuck who owned this joint, and what their precious furniture cost them. "Look. I could give a fuck less about how often you people go through this shit. I'm not from around here. I haven't been here but maybe three months. I'm not from around these parts, if you hadn't already noticed." He quipped, looking off toward the lady that had, in somewhat of a polite way, insulted him to a degree. "Where I come from, this shit doesn't happen. We make movies about this sort of thing. People don't live. Some people are cocky and say they'll be aight, they'll just go shoot 'em up. Well. It don't work like that. Maybe here it does, what with you crazy vampires, and super hero's, and mages and shit. But, I'm a normal guy. I don't have anything going for me. I smoke weed. I make bank off of dealing. I eat, smoke, eat some more, deal, and sleep. That's my routine. I ain't got time for no ones shit. I'm not about to die." He finished, taking another hit off of his spliff. By now, he was ready to break out the pipe.
Turning toward the mob member, he understood the concept of 'shut the fuck up' in a polite manner, though. The guy had a gun. It didn't change the fact he was any less uneasy. There were hordes of mechanical face eaters out there. Who could be calm in that sort of fucking situation? But, he wasn't about to have one put between his eyes, either. "Look man, I understand. Sorry if I'm fucking up your mellow, but seriously. You guys got the guns. I don't doubt you know how to use them. But, reality check. If those things come through the windows, you think your small group of dudes can hold off those things? They're like rabbits fucking. They bite you, you turn. So, don't expect to come out on top in that aspect...unless you all have some sort of super human powers." He softly chimed out. Yeah, telling a guy like that what was up probably wasn't the smartest, most ideal, thing to do...but, seriously. They had to at least understand some part of what he was saying. Badass, or not, in a situation like this, you aim to stay alive.
Stay alive.
"I wouldn't be much good with a gun, to be honest. Never used one. Probably simple enough, though. Safety off. Make sure one's in the chamber. Point. Shoot to kill. Never aim at something you don't intend to shoot at. Beyond that, no idea." He mumbled. To be honest, having one probably would be a good thing. He'd actually feel more comfortable with one. But, then again, he had no plans to use such a thing unless necessary. Again, he was a nerd. He smoked, and watched flicks. He'd seen plenty of Zombie movies. Noise attracted some in some movies. Others, they were outright retarded and you could get away with a lot of shit. This didn't seem like the latter scenario though.
"Any chance you all have some sort of escape tactic, in case this place becomes a chow town? I don't plan on cowering in the nearest shitter waiting to die. Going up is probably a stupid move too. Unless you don't mind splatting on the pavement when you have no where else to run." He mentioned aloud. It was around that time he realized his call for alcohol had gone unanswered. Fuck 'em. He didn't need it anyway. They were all to busy doing what most people did in these situations, of course that was taken from the movies he'd watched. Quick to snap, and little planning and getting along.
At the point Shaunie, to his side, piped up, he saw the knife and studied it for a brief moment. It appeared of reasonable size, but it was just what it was. A switchblade. He didn't plan on getting that close to one of those sons' a bitches again if he had any say so. But, a weapon was a weapon. He'd gladly take it, and keep his chair leg to boot. "I don't give a fuck. It's here to be smoked, man." He rattled off, opting to give the guy his own spliff rather than share the one he had. Taking another drag, he flicked his zippo and held it out to the guy so he could light before reaching out and taking the knife. "So, what put you in this shitty situation? You seem like the kind of guy that has more important shit to do than die in a tea house."