"We'll make do with what we've got." Because hey, that's the only choice available to them. Shaun has been in the habit of going armed at all times, and he gets the sense that's a habit he should continue here -- given that this is his first main shindig since arriving, and it's gone straight to hell.

He hears the revenant about the same time, stepping two quick steps to the right to keep Carl out of his firing line and squeezing the trigger. The shot strikes, but hits too low, center mass instead of the head. "Shit." A second shot rings out and this one strikes true, a clean head shot that drops the revenant.

Of course, the sound has attracted more attention from the thing's pals, if the vaguely splashy movement in the distance is any indication. This doesn't seem to bother Shaun too much at least, since he's not missing a beat in turning in that direction or continuing the conversation, "Good to meet you, Carl. If we both get out of this still among the living, let's compare notes." He gets the feeling the worlds they come from have a thing or two in common, and he's very curious.