Sean clutched his bat and peered over Chris' head. "Should we help them?" he asked, his niceness showing through. Chris let out a low growl, holding his hand out still. "I'm not sure." Chris replied, then sighed, "Sure. But be prepared to run on my signal." He turned and started stuffing his pack full the food, Sean following his lead. The two pushed the cart away and headed out, weapons raised. "Do you need help?" Sean called out.