Reaching up and gripping the good doctor’s hand, William pulled himself up from the ground and shook her hand quickly. “Sergeant William’s, Military first response to this fucking mess and your new team leader,” The guy grunted and snorted as he made an assessment of who he saw; what a shit ass sorry group this was too.<br/><br/>The smelly homeless loon was responded to with a quick hand placed on his face and a gentle push away. He’d be as helpful as the fleas themselves, no best to let him feel useful so he didn’t do something retarded; no, best to let him run around in circles for awhile. The doc on the other hand, “Lets see what you know on these flea fuckers, Hilda. It better be something useful… like how to rid our city of the damn things.”<br/><br/>William slowly looked around after saying his piece to Hilda. “Who ever isn’t useless should find something they can use as a weapon,” William looked to the loon wearing his doomsday sign, “Unless you got one already.” Recognizing Earlwise having a weapon was a bit startling and as a result caused the military man to cough roughly then look around once again. “Alright… we should be safe here for awhile.” He muttered a small ‘I think’ under his breath but tried not to play on it to much.<br/><br/>Outside the Shoppin’s was a mess of fleas and screams, giant beasts throwing themselves at the glass and splattering in a spray of mess each going out with a shriek and then a long squeak as the corpse slowly rode down the clear glass. “<strong>Fucking Bugs</strong>,” William groaned and shuddered his head before he marched over to the shorter man. “You… midget, keep eyes on the front and I hope you can use those sparkly pistols of yours.” William started marching to the back of the store for some recon, and he knew damn well that Mac Datti would be rather pissed off.