The chair that Jed had waved him at remained empty - Redford couldn't quite bring himself to sit in it. He knew it was probably horribly impolite for him to remain standing near Jed's chair, but the idea of trying to get comfortable in an unknown place was a bit strange to Red.
Plus, it was furniture. It wasn't for him.
He couldn't help backing up a bit when the 'help' came in, biting down on his tongue to avoid doing anything. It was just that... fuck, that guy was huge. And didn't look very friendly. And could probably break him in half just by tapping him on the shoulder, and oh god, what if they discovered what he was? Redford didn't know how they'd feel about that.
Still, he relaxed again when the guy was gone, and he turned his gaze to the boxes. Guns, right. Jed was getting him a gun.
"Thank you, ma'am," Redford glanced up at her quickly, and back down to the boxes again - any friend of Jed would probably be trustworthy, but he didn't know. If he said something wrong, she'd probably kick him out of here so fast, which was only her right. So Redford turned his attention to lifting one of the guns out of a box, one that was oddly blue, handling it like it was made of glass. Or, actually, like it was going to go off at any second. Redford really hoped they weren't loaded.