Ethan stepped forward removing his beaten army helmet to show respect, his hair was disheveled and he didn't look presentable. "Hello ma'am me name is Corporal Ethan O'Connor, I served in the Irish marines under direction of the UN for a couple of years doing joint operations with the united states military when the outbreaks began." He stood at attention with his helmet cradled under one arm, "we lasted a couple of months but our chain of command was broken by infection of the officers and eventually we all scattered to the wind as orders stopped coming in." He shows the group gathered the morphine he'd brought, "I know it aint much but I have this to offer for shelter and food, also my military training could come in handy on your guard towers."<br/><br/>He waited nervously for the mayor to make her decision, thinking if there was anything else he could add to make her less reserved about letting him stay. "I'd offer ammunition but sadly I only have a handful of unspent shells myself." He shifted in his boots hoping for good news, though he at least had some water now and that would hold him over for another ten miles, if he got lucky he'd find some more survivors.