As an immense sense of disbelief poured over him, Kyle took a few seconds to accept what just happened. In the time he'd taken to confirm his teammates were safe, the monsters had been cleared out; not only that though, the one who led that battle had surrounded their group, even with the amount of distance he'd put between them. Facing the masked voice, Kyle followed up on Matt's answer, "My name is Kyle. We all found ourselves here without warning and have been fighting since." Having stared down, and been stared down by, people in power, it was clear what he needed to do: give a clear and forthcoming answer while keeping all details to a minimum. There was no telling what may set a group off, and compliance bought more goodwill than resistance...as long as you weren't subservient. Maintaining a calm yet confident tone, Kyle ventured to ask, "Are you hunting them, too?" Behind his expressionless, armored face, was a man carefully playing a dangerous game. Dropping the fact that they were also on the offensive, hunting alien prey, would hopefully paint them as an asset - and, by extension, a group that could prove troublesome to fight. Now he just had to hope, that everyone else kept their cool and played along. Taylor had begun panicking a bit, but if everyone else stuck it out, they could explain away one quirky member.