"..."

"Yes, very philosophical." What happened is what happened. It is what it is. Damn birds.

"You know, you're holding that upside down." The guy continues, pointing at the rifle and twirling his fingers to indicate flipping it over, stock in the dirt. On his part, the only thing he's wearing is a pair of red shorts, held up by a belt intended for someone much broader than he is.

His eyes linger on the ring. What a treasure. But the bird has a dozen weapons. Maybe they'd trade for it? Maybe there's something better to be found in the wagons.
He carefully walks over to the nearest human body. What does it look like killed this fellow?
Not that this newest scavenger is a forensics expert.