A simple nod was his only initial response when she spoke up at last; though that eyebrow of his arched a tad when San started to fill in the blanks of how she ended up stumbling across Carter. That emotionless expression lingered for a a moment, but when the young woman mentioned the others...and not worrying...he muttered a curse beneath his breath. Without saying a thing Bear got to his feet, strolling over to a locked storage closest as he dug the key from his pocket. After opening the closest, and disappearing within for a few seconds, the Sheriff finally emerged now carrying a scoped rifle and box of bullets. "...just wanted to spend a quiet day to myself, but of course my fucking luck never holds." With a sigh he checked chamber of the gun before loading the empty magazine with rounds.
"Here's the thing, Doc. That shit you brought here with you, it's worth a shit ton. Medical supplies are rare, and you got a bag full of em. Which those raiders know all about. Add in the fact that you killed one of their own...and that you were bleeding like a stuck pig all the way here, and what we got is a giant sign for those fuckers to follow." Most raiders kept their distance from Carter these days, especially when word started spreading about how the Sheriff of the little town handled bandits. Still that loot that Sanda hauled right into town was too much for a group to just forget about. Especially when revenge was tossed into the mix like icing on a cake.