That's why we lived alone out in Yellowstone. So the Last Men wouldn't find me. He was the only other person I ever knew. The only other person that I ever saw. Until now.

[All the people here. Until Basil. He glances at the other, tentative and cautious still, but finding him believing the other doesn't mean him any harm. He's had the chance if he did want to hurt Gus by now. So it's probably safe enough. But he still mentions his slingshot anyway, just in case.]

It is. A little.