"Seriously?" Sam pauses, hanging from his arms from the fork of a branch. Tech here is that far behind? He watches Chris a moment, realizing that they're following him just to be able to keep talking. So he just hauls himself up onto that branch and carefully stands, his hand on the truck that's starting to get a little thinner up here.

"Look man, I'm just a porter. No experience with fishing or anything like that. Damn good shot if that's worth anything," he offers, figuring that there might be some use for his proficiency with nonlethal firearms. "Can't do anything about medical shit though. Never learned to take care of anyone but myself."