[ Benny immediately likes this man. No bullshit, no small talk, just straight to the point. The situation reminds him of Purgatory a little, all fight and no rest, odds completely against him. He squints at the raiders from his hiding spot, a dry smile curling at his lips. Guy reminds him of Dean, a little, minus all the tactical gear. ]

Hold on now, Prince Charming. I may look like a cute 'n cuddly teddy bear, but I'm a lot more durable than I look. [ His voice is low, Louisiana drawl thick, but it turns serious pretty fast. ]

I’ve gutted worse than them just to buy time for a friend to crawl outta the mud. You wanna draw their fire, I won’t stop you. But I ain't gonna run off like some damsel in distress - I move when you move. I got your back.

[ A beat, and his slow smile returns, a little more sinister this time. ]

Besides, if they get a hold of me, they’re gonna wish they hadn’t. [ A wink as he draws his blade, the only one he showed up with, the one from Purgatory. There's more in his car he's scrounged up and bartered half his damn life away for, but that doesn't happen to be accessible at this point. ]

The hell'd you do, anyway?