Jake's hand tightened its grip on his M4 when the unknown man raised his shotgun in his direction.  He realized the guy's nerves were probably shot, but he didn't feel like getting peppered with buckshot either.  He watched the barrel of the man's gun waver about before it finally dropped.  "Maybe he's dehydrated..." Jake mumbled as he relaxed his grip and clicked the safety back on.<br/><br/>The man waved and Jake gave him a nod before slowly leaving cover and crossing the distance between himself and the helicopter man.  When the man stopped jogging Jake smiled and let the carbine swing free on it's sling.  He extended his hand towards the man just about when a wave of whiskey vapors hit his nose.  He flinched slightly at the smell and made a mental note, "OK drunk, not dehydrated."<br/><br/>"Name's Jake. You alright there?" Jake said in the most friendly voice he could muster.