Oh. Shit. A cowboy that looked like Thor, with his hand at his gun.
Bill stepped forward to stand just in front of Eddie, ready to throw a shield up over the three of them if he needed to, although he hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"I think it's more like we can help you," he said, "or I hope so, at least. We felt you arrive, so we came to explain things, answer any questions and help you get settled." Bill always spoke slowly out loud, a drawl that came from being a reformed stutterer, but since his recent trip to the Island and the stutter's sudden recurrence, his words were just that bit slower again. Just in case it decided to come back. It had been annoying him, but perhaps it would help in this instance, forcing everything to be just that little bit slower and calming the situation down so that guns weren't needed.
He'd been keeping eye contact with Cowboy Thor as he spoke, but then he flicked a quick glance at Ben and gave the boy a smile. "I'm Bill. This is Richie, and this is Eddie," he said, willing their friend not to freak out.