Felix had by no means grown up rich, but he was accustomed to certain creature comforts. Namely, a bed. He'd been sleeping in his car for nearly a week now, and there had been no acclimatization to look forward to; it offered as little rest now as it had the first night he'd rolled his clunker of a car into the ample foliage surrounding Caddo Lake. And, since the reason he hadn't checked into a motel was a distinct lack of cash to burn, he could hardly keep the gas running all night to keep him warm. He woke up freezing, exhausted, and -- since there was a man in black rapping insistently on his windshield -- with his heart pounding.
His fingers immediately gripped the door handle, and he swung out of the car, stumbling slightly as he'd not yet come fully to himself. He kept the car door between him and the apparent intruder, and kept his right hand extended by his side; his old baseball bat lay in wait on the floor of the driver's side, and he was ready to dive for it if this guy turned out to be a threat.
Which, Felix wasn't too sure he was, now that he started to get his bearings. He got a sense of purpose from him, a curiosity, a defiance, but no particular hostility. Not yet. Still, Felix wasn't exactly expecting visitors, nor was he in the mood for them. "What do you want?" he all but barked, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep.