[He considers that for a second, wondering if he's been too hard on the others. Probably. Being friendly isn't his best suit.]

Plus we don't got creature comforts. That'll put anyone on edge. [It's just the nature of camping unprepared. Their single sets of clothing are all starting to get frayed and nasty, everyone's got sore backs and neck from sleeping on the ground, no one's brushed their teeth. Basic physical discomfort does dampen a mood some.]

You could always boss them around if they don't. I bet they'd listen to you. They sure don't me. [Although, if he's being honest, Dixon doesn't want any of the responsibility that comes with being in charge even if he were a viable leader. He'd much prefer to follow orders. Hierarchy and structure is comfortable; it makes all your decisions for you, leaves you less room to mess everything up. He tries to pick up the pace.]