Johnny claps him on the shoulder in a motion both fleeting and vaguely companionable. Daniel nods and sinks into a sitting position, back sliding down from the wall, shoulders hunching in an inadvertently protective curl.

"Just - staking out here?" he says, in the spirit of conversation and survival and not thinking about the thing that screamed and writhed as it burned to ash from the inside out. "Sure we shouldn't keep moving?"

He doesn't need to think about it to know he'd rather avoid than shoot. Unless - unless they really are suffering, and this is the only thing they know and - god. Oh god.