Ethan's eyes widened as he noticed the weapon pointed his way, he calmly complied and smiled wide showing his teeth to the group. His teeth weren't in terrible shape, maybe some nicotine stains but otherwise perfectly healthy. "Don't mind the stains, unless of course you've got a fag.... been months since I've found any." He was outwardly nervous about the man's weapon pointed at his head, trying his best to cover it up with humor before looking to Eliza to answer her questions. "Me name's Corporal Ethan O'Connor Irish first Airborne, no not wounded but I am starved and dehydrated quite severely." He steps out of the barrels path before letting out a sigh, "And you are? I don't want to be rude and just call you people or settlers or something."<br/><br/>He winked at Eliza, it was almost as long since he'd had a cigarette as when he'd seen such a beautiful girl, still he resists his naturally flirty nature as the the situation called for a more level head. "Please don't shoot I am going to grab my offering from my vest," he says  reaching into a large pocket on his tactical vest. What was produced was a brand new box containing three 4floz bottles of liquid morphine. "A couple nights rest and a bit of food and clean water and its all yours."<br/><br/>He looked to Sameal returning his hands above his head, he didn't even want to reach for his weapon to remove it from his shoulder for fear of being shot. "I was a soldier and could offer you my training or service as a guard during my stay as well if you'd like?"