Oddly, for a moment Gordon actually does wish he were some kind of Messiah. Because then he could melt people for taking his name in vain.

Or something, anyway. He shakes his head rapidly and comes back to the present moment.

"Sir, I wasn't planning on coming here. We wound up on this side of the continent by accident. We're trying to get back to City 17, and we're trying to save a man who took a black headcrab bite to the face protecting us back on the East Coast. That's all."