Well. You all haven't stopped coming. [There had been no one else here when he arrived with a handful of people he had gotten to know quite quickly. It had been raining and they needed shelter, after all. They wouldn't have sat around in silence. Now there are more people. It stands to reason they are amassing, or being amassed, for whatever reason.]

You cannot go wrong with more friends. [That and it makes it easier to approach everyone one on one if someone is going around hurting other people or taking their things. Doc is cautiously optimistic that they have a mutual interest in surviving, finding some answers, leaving this place. They will behave. But they are only human. Most of them, anyway.]

Suppose we could try and divest one from its light. But that seems like the kind of thing that would provoke them and blow up in our faces. [Ordinarily he wouldn't mind giving it a go anyway, but his gun belt is woefully devoid of his six shooters and ammo. He is more cautious by nature without the impulsive and reckless usual suspects dragging them into ankle-deep shit all the time.]

They could be harmless. They have been, so far. It might not hurt to greet them but if we leave them alone they may leave us alone.