Totoka River A better Opportunity

There's a mania in Donovan's face, especially his smile, that he is somewhat familiar with. Back in the army, he remembers people who would smile just like that with the lip corners razor-sharp, as if sharing some brutal inside joke. A smile that never went away, not even when they were riddled with bullet holes like a punchcard going through an old computer, chunk-chunk-chunk.

He cocks his head. "Rebuilding a home. Sounds...daunting." He turns and sighs. "I wish you all the luck, Don." He knows that if he goes through all the motions of someone that is composed and well, it will be what people will see. 

"I've only heard bad things about humans." Another tight smile surfaces and fades away. A thin mouth, a sharp nose, a chin brought to an uncompromising point: whatever physical design in his genes was utilitarian. But his stance, which was more weary than anything, proved that he was no fighter. At least, he hadn't been for a long time.

"I'm afraid not. I've been traveling for a while. Tell me more about your new home-- do you intend to be the leader?" Just as how he looked, Colin chose his words with a surgical accuracy. He kept his heart close where it was supposed to be, under layers of fat, muscle, and bone.