The word "friendlies" still has him on edge and he's got a toothpick perched between his teeth as he watches from several steps away. His part is simple enough - shoot anything that makes a wrong move - but the thought that Hannibal still considers someone trying to take them in a friendly is beyond him.

Of course, he's never been one for the phrase "just following orders" either.

"How long do you think we'll have before the Army shows up?" He asks boldly, drawing a glare from their leader.

"We don't know for sure if they will at all. Or if they're already there." Hannibal responds in all honesty.

"So what you're saying is that there might not be any civilians at all?"