Taylor turns her blade as the old man gets up and points his hands at them.  She even gestures a bit forward with the machete to make sure he doesn't get closer.  Then there's the spouting, and him running off. "Weird." Then she's left to listen to them. "Well I'm dressed for it, but seriously don't know the area.  They're right if he dies its his own fault." She shrugs... "Besides I don't trust guys that get up with a machete in their face.  They're all crazy like." She smiles a little in Allison's direction and too starts to head back for the hummer.  She could get out of this bulky clothing there and still be relatively warm...