Snowman rolled his eyes, "No, you help when you can fight when you must, you all seem rather capable of nonlethally defending yourself from a starved child desperate for a meal. Is that what they taught you in the resistance, kill everything and everyone who isn't already an ally? I don't know if you've noticed but humanity can't afford to treat everyone like a raider, or have you forgotten that we're supposed to help rebuild civilization?!" He barked, after the girl tried calming the gas mask adorned rifleman down.
She spoke to him, warning him, he brushed it off, "If he was really taught to simply kill, he's no better than the bandits, no better than the ET's. We should be helping rebuild what they took from us, looks like all he wants to do is make everyone an enemy." He replied, he turned toward a damaged but mostly intact supermarket, "I'm gonna do some recon, try and see if that supermarket'd be a safe place for you and your friends to sleep tonight, tell him he's welcome to help me, the war is over now, military should be focused on helping, not fighting...." He said, clear derision in his voice as he took off fast down to a fallen plane in the back of the supermarket crawling up inside noticing the cockpit was inside the supermarket. He heard voices, voices ringing with dissociation of reality, drenched in psychosis, bandits, clicking, rhythmic tapping on hard floors, the pitter patter of arthropodic legs, soft screeches, blades, splashing of fluids, the psychos were on a bug hunt.