Redsand Canyon did he go on down the mountainside, and leave you all alone?

The mismatched gaze observes him. A boy, hard and heavy-set, the consummate loner. On the surface there should've been, might've been, a handsome smile, but what's there is nothing but an intense blank. The head moves, the chest rises and falls with each breath, but the eyes are ever-fixed.

A long and viscous pause. Hi. And as if for a moment, all social structure and ettiquette has left him, Colin nods, mute.

He catches himself. "Hello." Simple. Disyllabic. Patient.

"What is your name?" He grinds his heel into the footprint, ruining the shape. It looks just like any old puncture wound in the ground, now.