Well, so much for diplomacy. Miller sidesteps away from the claw and does his best to maintain a safe distance. Sounds several yards off indicate that the rest of the unit has found Snail and there's renewed shouting in mixed English and Spanish.

Without taking his eyes off of Naugus, Miller shouts at the top of his lungs. "STAND DOWN! DO NOT ADVANCE! THE SITUATION IS UNDER CONTROL!"

There's the sound of more rustling, and through the underbrush one can make out soldiers forming a watchful perimeter, but keeping away as instructed. Thank god.

Miller keeps his tone level, conciliatory, although he's still not lowering his gun. "See? There doesn't need to be anymore violence. I'll even call in a medic to look at your wounds if you want."