Ray is great a technology, maybe even a genius. But when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and the instincts that requires, he's ... let's just say he's not a genius in that department. Which is why, when he sees a man run out of the brush towards him, he's not even sure if the guy is trying to rush him or something else, but by the time he's figured it out, there's a stabbed beast to his left and a shot one on his right.

He's speechless for a moment and he just stares, as Rick talks, until finally.

"Y-Yeah, I think so too ... Thank you for ... you know, saving my life right then." Holy moly did he just nearly die? Maybe the monsters wouldn't be able to get into his suit, but Ray hasn't come that close since this all starter. He can't be sure. "I'm Ray."

He glances down at the machete, then up at the man, then into the distance where his suit has alerted him to something incoming. This time, Ray is ready. He uses his wrist to aim, and bam a blast of energy shoots out from his arm, and something thunks to the ground in the distance. If he was being really honest, he doesn't hit every shot, but he's pretty pleased he hit this one.