How strange, amid such chaos and danger, that the ranger would find himself laughing so genuinely. The kid was absolutely wasted. He wobbled and gagged as he was placed on the box, then blinked blearily, and mumbled something about an officer.<br/><br/>"No, kid... I'm not an officer. What's your name? Why did you come to Highland Pass?"<br/><br/>The laughter died away as he realized there would be no sense coming from this kid for quite some time. Not until he sobered up a bit. Growling impatiently, he didn't even wait for an answer. He simply lifted the kid into his arms once more, turned his head so that if he vomited, it would spill onto the ground instead of all over himself, then hurried to find a good place from which he could observe the city, shoot anything that needed shooting, and shout commands to any that might be able to hear him.<br/><br/>After some walking, he found his favorite watch point, and climbed the ladder. It was exceedingly difficult, as he had to do so while bearing the kid over his shoulder, but he managed it.