A strangled laugh caught in his throat, sounding more like a cough. "I'm not going to shoot you. But I will stop you."
He watched with strange detachment, his gaze falling on the body bag the slightest raise of eyebrows. "That works." He turned his attention to Jude, poor Jude who'd been robbed of life too soon, then given it back only to--
No. Thinking about it hurt too much, and right now they had to focus on getting her out and properly buried somewhere. He knew she loved the open water but they couldn't exactly drop her in, and cremation was out of the question - a fire would draw too much attention. He made a mental note to capture some water in a jar or something and leave it at her grave later. "Is there a cemetery nearby? And we'll need shovels..." He felt sick just talking about it. "Do you think you can handle this?"