[ That makes two of them. Maccready's been in and around danger for as long as he can remember. It's a wonder he's made it this far at all. He understands the desire to venture out in spite of danger — or maybe because of it — and far be it from him to try and convince a stranger to do otherwise. ]

I am, yeah. Maccready.

[ That he's pinned down immediately as someone new here isn't surprising. Given the number of people he's seen so far, he suspects it's hard not to stick out like a sore thumb as a newcomer. Still, he listens to Edward, and bites his tongue at the remark about their first meeting also being their last. It contradicts what he'd said to everyone earlier, that should sticking in his mind again. He gets it now, why it had sounded so odd. Like they were the words of a man who was already resigned to a certain outcome, one that doesn't involve him returning from whatever he finds outside the safety of the town. ]

Hoped people would've known how to get outta here, suppose they're the kind of answers you're looking for, huh?