Sam nodded. "You're...welcome." Right. Jack, flying. He wasn't that surprised by that. Really.

Of course, that didn't mean that they were finished. He looked up, doing his best to keep the fearlings back as he brought his gun up to take a few shots of his own.

Only to click on empty.

"Fuck," he shouted, pulling back slightly. "I'm out of bullets!" Which meant he could hold them back, but he no longer had a weapon of his own.