Bryan lowered his pistols as the girl lowered her own gun, putting them away once more as he adjusted the rifle and backpack that were slung over his shoulders.  He still didn't talk at first, wanting to take a moment to make sure this was real.<br/><br/>Stepping in a bit, he finally looked at them both, seeming a little ashamed for his instinctive reaction, but what would one expect who had spent the last year traveling through mostly wilderness without having encountered another soul?  He was a bit primal by this point, but he remembered how to talk at least.<br/><br/>"S...sorry."  It was the first time he had heard his own voice in months.  Perhaps this encounter was a good thing for him.  It could prove to be the moment his soul was saved from becoming little more than an animal himself.