The question is enough to raise an eyebrow over the frame of his sunglasses and after a moment, he answers; "Hard to believe in God when you've seen the worst in his creation."

It's the closest he likes to come to discussing his particular opinion on the subject - he's seen enough horror to make the Bible a little hard to swallow.

He takes another long drink, preparing himself as best he can. There's an emergency canteen strapped to his lower leg and a flat standard issue slung over his shoulder but he knows it'll probably take more than a couple liters to get him back home when they're done.

"So, what's your skill? Scout? Faith healer?"