Ohio doesn't shift, but he was caught by surprise so his own raised weapon is still only level with OK's chest. He considers that to be fair enough.

This is, all told, not the weirdest field conversation he's ever had.

"I'm trying not to die. I could ask you the same question," he hisses. Ohio would like to yell. Everything's gone so far sideways it's coming out upside-down and he's pissed. But he doesn't really have that luxury right now.

Lightning strikes somewhere up the valley, and thunder rolls.