Malcolm smiled, slinging the rifle over his shoulder and pulling the face mask down so that they could see his smile, saying, "Hey there, name's Malcolm Riggs. Wow, you two look like you've seen better days. C'mon over here, I don't bite." Chuckling, he reached into the back of the pick-up, pulling out a couple of water bottles and a first-aid kit, saying, "Looks like you guys could use something to drink and patch yer selves up with, but these days, water and bandage is worth double its weight in gold. Now, I'm a generous enough soul, but I gotta survive, ya know? So, I'll make you two a deal. In exchange for some help with a... project of mine, I'll give you food, drink, bandage, and even some firepower. How does that offer grab ya?" Malcolm heard a branch snap and turned to the approaching horde, a frown on his face as he said, "Best make your mind up sooner than later cuz I don't plan on being on the menu. So, how about it?"