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Sir? Who looked at him, especially in his current state, and thought, 'This man looks respectable. He looks like a reputable gentleman.

Reyes' attention swung to the stranger that beckoned it, his expression dour. He looked over the stranger as they neared and saw the youth in her pale face, traced the constellation of freckles that decorated it. A few seconds later and he was turning away from her, disinterested. Moody, rather. Reyes wasn't in the best head-space right now.

Still, it wasn't her fault. She had no idea who he was or what he'd been through. On that note, did he care enough to make friends here? Reyes wasn't sure how long he planned to stay. He wanted to get back to Towhee — it was an impossible feat but one he hoped for all the same — and even entertained thoughts of heading north, to the coast.

For now he just sighed and grunted a not-so-friendly, you want somethin'?