Simply nodding as Erik spoke, Bishop had to admit he had a lot of respect for the other man. Not just anyone would go sticking their neck out to provide a needed service, not when zombies were a constant threat. Yet, it seemed the other man didn't waver in his determination to help other people out, even to the point of inconveniencing himself.
People like that, they were a rare find. It didn't hurt either that Erik didn't seem overly keen on joining up with one of the shelters. While the Hellhounds Chaplain wasn't against people who decided to live in safety, he still wasn't necessarily going out of his way to make friends with people who lived under Capitol rule. He had to wonder sometimes how many people mighty jump ship from those shelters if they knew just what sort of things the Capitol did behind closed doors.
A chuckle rattled around in his chest when the younger man suggested he build a t-shirt cannon from scratch. "Don't tempt them," Bishop warned. "You'll have 'em asking for all kinds of things if they know you can build shit." He continued while glancing at the two young prospects, neither of whom made any motion to move towards the slingshot Erik held out to whoever would take it.
"Looks like we're either postponing or one of us will have to use that thing," Bishop remarked, done with pushing his prospects out of their comfort zone. "So, what's the call here?"