"Sure!" Brian said. He hoped no one noticed the anxiety that showed through his sweaty hands. Yes please, I'm just dying to meet your freaky alien friends... Yeah, dying. Perfect choice of words, Brian. While they walked, Brian asked, "So.. when are we starting the search? I'm sure whatever you have here is neat, but, well..." Maybe you should at least pretend to care about finding Jo you slugbrain...
But before he could answer.. he found himself being held by the arm - not too painfully - and being instructed to the back of the barn. ...He really wasn't too keen on actually making to the back of the barn. He was beginning to wonder how much damage a Kodiak bear could do in this little space..... Brian really didn't understood what was going on. With his heart in his throat, he answered, "Um, yeah... I was already headed that way."
He followed, losing just a bit of his courage he'd spent a while mustering. Even though the idle chit-chat with the enemies of the free human race seemed stupid, he asked, "I don't think we've met... I'm Davey."