When the men asked him to sit with them, he freaked out. Getting up and tripping over the leg of his own chair, he managed to catch himself in time and stammered "You w-w-want me to j-j-join you?"<br/><br/>He was terrified of guns, and this place was actually known for having a gun rack<span style="font-style: italic">on it's gun rack</span>. Now that he had four sets of eyes on him -Elin's, the two men who had asked him to join them, and the old waiter who was curious as to whether he'd "get the girl"- He was scared. The "I'm gonna die now" kind of scared. He took a seat next to Elin when the men offered it to him, and began eating the ribs when they were brought out, all the while being as silent as he could manage without making himself a target for the various guns that were adorning the walls.<br/><br/>"So," he asked Elin as though he had never met her before in his life. "You want to talk, or do I need to leave?" He was trying to make it so that the hunters didn't know what he was referring to, but she would catch on immediately. He hoped it worked. Something told him he would need luck more than trickery this time.