Talking to a firecracker, is it a very good idea?
Gregorio was just waking up, he sat up and looked around the room. When he saw the redhead just waking up he just sat there for a minute. Then he had the great idea of talking with his evil sounding voice. "Either you're not Vladmir or someone slipped me some strong whiskey.
He would have waited for her to be fully coherent before he continued talking. "Name's Gregorio. Folks call me the Angel Of Death."
The man had no shirt on, showing an extremely muscular build. He was wearing black denim jeans with a black nylon gunbelt with a quick release buckle. The guns had been removed as had the ammo out of the pouch on the left side. The man was wearing shin high black leather combat boots with three blackened steel buckles along the outside of each. He had no memorable markings besides being built like a cruiser. He was looking through an old beat up black leather wallet and after he was done talking he laid back down in his bed.