Of course I have a point. This is exactly the kind of situation guns were made for.

[ so maybe he's a little on edge, still. he unconsciously moves forward a fraction to shield peter more effectively with his body so that anything coming out of those woods would come for him first. and naturally, he'd be ready. though he honestly wouldn't mind being wrong for a change. abruptly, the rustling just... stops and no creature appears to take responsibility. frank motions for peter to keep behind him as he edges closer to the brush. ]

Are you sure your eyes weren't just playing tricks on you?

[ but he obviously believed him or he wouldn't be here. and he heard the noise just as well as peter had. ]