"Fucking great," Grif grumbles, but he takes the offered hand. He's clumsy and leans a little on the wall once he's up. This is definitely not one of Earth's finest.

"So, we could probably be killed by aliens any minute now. That's awesome. I hope you're a better shot than me because if I'm all we've got we're kind of boned."

At least he's honest. He draws his gun down off his back anyway.