He stared at the people he traveled with as they spoke of wanting to meet the gun man, whom they could quite clearly hear in the distance, and who they might be able to catch up to. His stare seemed to express disbelief, and doubt about their intelligence.<br/><br/>Sure, he could understand it. They're scared, they're not good at fighting, and whoever this or these person/people are, they have guns, and training. But it was exactly because of that he did not want to have anything to do with them.<br/><br/>"It could be the JSF<sup><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">(Japanese Self-defense Forces)</span></sup>. But even if they are, there's no guarantee they won't identify us as hostiles.  If any of you wants to take the lead and run  the risk of being gutted by bullets, feel free, but I won't." And, as if to punctuate this statement, his advancement at the head of their column stopped, allowing someone else to take that spot.