Finn had finally finished working on the big projector and screen that he was planning, figuring he'd surprise the masses with a movie theater/drive-in experience when it was all done. He moved through the aisles of the video store, filling up a sack with what he hoped was a good variety for everyone (and all of his favorite choices from the comedy section for himself, figuring he deserved some perks for his work).
When the bag could really hold no more Finn started out of the store again, his usual machine gun perched and ready. He emerged to come face-to-face with a scared looking guy with a bat poised, which made him wonder why, when a major chunk of the world's population was wiped out, he could never seem to come to Ossining without a run-in. Not wanting to get into the kind of stubborn standoff he'd been involved in with that Mort guy, Finn lifted his hands, one holding the end of the bag between his thumb and forefinger, the other with the gun pointed upwards. "Hi there, stranger. Come here often?"