Lindsey was tempted to ask how did the other guy last this long into the game, but that seemed rude even during under the current circumstances. Instead, he pointed to the pieces of meat that wasn't the torso, such as the legs.

"Fine, just strip the skin from those. That shouldn't be hard."

Seeing the crossbow get lowered helped Lindsey breathe a pent up sigh of relief he didn't know he held. For once, Lindsey felt generous enough to not take this advantageous time and attack the other man. "We're going to have to somehow cook the meat."