Realizing this Mexican standoff isn't going anywhere any time soon and time is of the essence with the day carrying on, Nico nods slowly. He uses his thumb to engage his weapon's safety and lowers it so that the muzzle is aimed just off target. Then after swallowing what little saliva his dried up mouth could produce, attempting to mask his raspy throat, he says "I'm Nico..." Then, in an attempt to diffuse the situation, he follows with "I don't mind using bullets to ensure my survival against people who mean me harm, but you don't seem like you want to kill me. I'm here trying to find a car, or at least parts for a car. I don't want to hurt you, and I hope it goes both ways."<br/><br/>His eyes never leave her hands, watching for the slightest indicative movement of an intended strike. "You wouldn't happen to be part of a group, would you?" He asks with a slight glint of hope in his eye. The idea of joining a group was too exciting for him to suppress fully, he just hopes it doesn't show on his face. Although he was trying to diffuse the situation and learn more about Megan, he didn't want to give away too much about himself. That could lead to disastrous results. All he could do is hope she didn't try to close the 2 metre gap between them. He really didn't want her blood on his hands, and he wasn't overly fond of attracting unwanted attention from the dead and any of her possible group members in the area.