Re: Hunt- Near the Pool
"You are, yeah," he returned, amused. This woman was a bit different from most whom he'd ever spoken with, and while he was speaking with her, she seemed genuinely interested in his conversation. "True, though. Food is pretty delicious."
He glanced around a moment, then gave her a look. "Well, with my hands," he returned simply. "My sort of fighting doesn't need guns or knives." And there was that sad smile again. His eyes trailed off to the fighting once more, but he had little interest in joining it. His eyes were what stood out, still. That haunted look, the look that said he'd seen far too much, and he didn't even look all that old.