[The man's head seems to tilt at her as he yanks the hatchet out of a zombie and swings it out to the side at another. He lifts his free hand again, making a quick series of gestures, though the meaning remains unclear with the way the shooting doesn't actually stop.

The dead keep dropping. There might very well be the sound of a car door being slammed but it's hard to tell. The man shifts his focus back to the dead, tearing down and through them, sparing only passing glances at Ryder. Checking if she's helping or hindering. He weighs something in his mind, then gives one more signal. A snarling corpse prepared to take a chomp at her suddenly drops with a crack of sound. It seems she's being covered now too.

The man makes his way to Ryder, bloodying himself and each step he takes on the pavement. As if they're not in the middle of battle, he lifts his chin and a brow.]

Your friend, [The man drawls.] looked like he was about to be chewed up and spat out before I showed up.

[He keeps swinging. The shots keep firing. The dead keep coming until, at some point or other, there are only stragglers left. He downs one last undead and speaks again.]

Have to wonder what it is you think you can get.

[He gives another vague signal. Then he eyes Ryder up and down.]

Some partner. Not out here taking care of things. Follow me.