Shawn stopped, and turned, returning the glare as he placed his hands on his hips, making his broad shoulders appear broader. He made no immediate reply, before letting out a scoff, and walking towards Dasken, coming to a stop only a foot away from him. "Alrigh', listen. There are gonna be a shit ton of guys with guns about to arrive, and they will have orders to shoot on sight." He said quietly to him, making this a conversation between the two of them rather than yelling back and forth at each other, though not quiet enough to make it seem private, as it wasn't even close to a whisper. "I understand where you're comin' from, I do, but we don't have the kind of time to establish all the little details. My topmost priority is gettin' all of you outta here. Once I'm sure we're safe, we can start thinkin' long-term, about survival and whatnot, but righ' now is what's important. Think you could help me round 'em all up? Could you help me with that, man?" He asked, his eyes never breaking from Dasken's as he proceeded to give the kid a couple of pats on the shoulder in the hopes to symbolize an understanding. "Just as deep as we can get into the woods. A couple miles oughtta shake off the feds for a bit." He stated, finally answering Dasken's original question, ignoring the shifting temperatures, and still never breaking eye contact.