"Dunno if you'd 've had the chance to start firing...." Chalk grumbles under his breath, scanning the golden man. "And I call drawing that fast basic caution out here, pal. Don't take it personally." The guy didn't look like anything special. An off-mustard Clint Eastwood wannabe, if anything. "Anyways, you take care of all them bandits, or do we still have something to worry about?"