Haskins, carefully and slowly, holding the rifle parallel to him unchambers the round in the Martini-Henri and replaces it in the ammo pouch. He then un-fixes the bayonette, wipes it off and replaces it in it's scabbard. "With my pack on I cannot sling it crosswise across my back, it is however, as you have just seen, unchambered. Will this be an adequate safeguard for you.... I'm sorry I don't believe I caught your name sir." says Haskins
Every time the pudgy man opens his mouth, Brigitta likes him even less, if possible. She stops for a few moments to secure the crystal inside some cloth and stows it in her medical bag.
She glances at Dr. Parthenis, equally parts bemused and chagrined.
"One big happy family," Rawley says, stepping toward the fat man beside Haskins and holding out his hand. "T. Rawley Sutton, newspaper man, late with the San Fran Chronicle. You look like just the type of guy I'd like to interview for a series of articles I'm working on. I call the series 'Manly Men and Their Jungle Exploits.' Whadayathink?"