Duck Lake Settling the debts.

A few seconds pass as he waits for the female to say something, but she merely dozed, and Safka reluctantly assumes the responsibility of speaking. "Hello there," he says. If he had hands, they'd be shoved into his pant pockets in boyish fashion. His eyes never are really still. They bounce off of everything he glances to like those little things in a pinball machine. "I hope I didn't wake you up." Sunlight falls over one cheek and one eye as he tilts his head; shadows obscure the other half.

"The name's Safka. I don't reckon I've seen you before." There's not an inkling of violence in him (as of now), as his easy grin proclaims, but he supposes that the female has good reason to react with some violence. He'd just cross his metaphorical fingers that this wouldn't turn into a confrontation.