[Joel was flung to the ground by the shockwave, but he didn't relinquish his gun. He landed hard and felt something in his back twinge Most Unpleasantly, to put it mildly. But as soon as he was able, he shoved himself back up on his feet.]

Don't worry. I can ride.

[Couldn't be any harder than a cross country jaunt on a Harley with your dopey kid brother.]

Get me close enough and I got nail bombs and Molotovs I can use.

[Not to mention El Diablo. He was more than a little stoked that the gun had been so effective!]