"There's three winners, kids. Both of you can win," Oliver reminded them when a laugh, though he eyeballed the end of Pam's gun with a raised brow. "Shoes are fine, for both of you. I don't mind helpin'. Just watch where you're aimin'."
Jack seemed to contemplate whether or not he wanted to take another potshot at anyone while they all seemed to be focused on each other, but instead he noisily barreled from his refill machine cover and into the woods, making absolutely no effort to be graceful about it.
"What are you lookin' to get, Pammy?" Oliver continued, eyeing Jack's retreating form but obviously not planning on doing anything about it. Whether or not Pam would try when she had a captive target was up to her.