Jamie nods. "Aye." Moving carefully, he's able to avoid jarring his leg further for the moment as he searches. He's hopeful for a moment when he thinks he spots someone crouching, but it's quickly dashed when he reaches the person.

"Dead," he says regretfully. Poor fellow. The man still has his weapons on him, however. There's a moment's hesitation, but Jamie's practicality wins out over any lingering doubts about taking things from the dead. They're going to need whatever they can find. He slings the rifle over his shoulder, and stumps back over to Billy, offering out the man's knife hilt first.

"Here. I found my knife." It's in its usual spot at his waist now. "Ye take this, and we'll see about getting some more weapons, aye?"