"Wouldn't be useful with a stool," Cougar says. He doubts he'd be very good with anything close-range. He'd make do, but that's not where his talents lie. Distance is where Cougar excels and though there's no mission to take anyone down here, there is the pressing need to feed himself and the others. If they don't run across something they can hunt or food, they'll need something.

"Enough to stun a bird," he says, winding some of the elastic from the underwear he's torn apart with the cloth. "Dinner," he says, eyes bright.