[Sweet mother of fuck Jamie's been here like three minutes and there's already this bullshit to deal with. Why can't people just try to get along in these situations? Why does some douchebag always have to make things worse?]

Hey!

[He's afraid, very much so, but he tries to hide it as he tears his eyes away from the smoldering corpse on the sand. His stance is neutral, his tone placating, but he's positioned himself between the older man and the rest of the group of horrified refugees. Jamie doesn't want this to escalate, but no one else seems willing or able to defend the group if the man turns on them next.]

None of us know where we are yet, all right? Killing people isn't going to fix anything. Just - just chill, okay?