[ This is a terrible plan. But it's either wait it out or move and risk making things even worse, so he waits, and he's rewarded by the jarring shock of an explosion. Johnny gives the chunk of shrapnel a mildly disbelieving look before he turns his attention towards his rescuer, squinting against the sudden flood of light into the pod. ]
Peachy. [ The guy looks like a farmer. That's the first thing he realizes when his eyes actually focus. Speaking of which, he's still disoriented. He takes a second to get his bearings, sitting up and giving the blood smeared across his hand a reproachful look. ] What the hells did you shoot it with?
[ That explosion might've been from a charge, but the fist-sized shrapnel's suspiciously focused. ]
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Peachy. [ The guy looks like a farmer. That's the first thing he realizes when his eyes actually focus. Speaking of which, he's still disoriented. He takes a second to get his bearings, sitting up and giving the blood smeared across his hand a reproachful look. ] What the hells did you shoot it with?
[ That explosion might've been from a charge, but the fist-sized shrapnel's suspiciously focused. ]