Justin stooped to collect his handgun again, shifting Justine on his hip and backing away from the masses of walking dead. "Jesus," he muttered, "Jack? Jack get the bags. Get the stuff. We need the stuff," he ordered, repeating himself in his urgency, and jogging after Magneto anxiously.
"Morse, he wants what we want, can we not fight right now?" he hissed. He did not need Justine getting hurt because she wanted to play hero.