"You expect us to drop everything and leave you?"

Honestly, Tavia.

"I know how to fire this." Gesturing towards the gun. "...in theory, at least. And I can take a bullet to the side... apparently, which is more than most people can do. So... no running. Not this time."

It's hard to sound brave, especially when his brain is shrieking at him to flee, but he manages to pull it off. For the most part.