You had just dragged Chance away from the killer, hiding him in a well-placed hiding spot, likely safe from the killer for the time being. In the process, he has managed to get injured, and you had narrowly kept him from blowing himself up with his overuse of gunpowder. Chance sat, huddled against the wall, stuffing his face with a slice of pizza you offered to aid him, lacking any manners to at least wait until he'd fully chewed and swallowed his food to speak. "Seriously, I appreciate you pulling me outta there, I'm sure I would've died if it weren't for you."