"Does this place just hire crazy cannibals?" Rhys asks, frowning. Between Tyki's scary prowling and this guy's scary...well, everything, so far, Rhys is thinking very seriously of finding his trailer and locking himself up. He can barricade the door, set traps, apologize to his roommate and just try and stay alive.

He's pretty clever and he's got his arm and eye to give him a bit of an advantage. It might work.

"What do you mean what do I see?" Rhys asks, his tone saying how dumb a question that is. "I see you right now. And trailers behind you. My eyes do work, even the robotic one. That one works better than my real one, even."