[ Joel scoffs, swiping a hand over his face again and looking down at his no longer injured arm, still unnerved. He's a fast healer, but he's not that fast. ]

If I killed someone, it wasn't because they were tryin' to lend me a hand.

[ And they wouldn't be a first, by far, either. But he's starting to get the feeling letting that slip isn't going to ease relations, here. ]

And I already told you there's something out there. Whatever jumped me on that ride wasn't lookin' to make friends, either.