[b]Floyd - Exit[/b]

Though she didn't catch sight of him, Floyd saw Jess walk across the hallway. He heard the creaking stairs as she slowly walked up it. He was in the living room, which was the reason she hadn't seen him at the time. He was staring across the kitchen until he lost sight of her. But as he turned, he saw the soldier siting in the chair behind him. He understood that Jess had made an executive decision for once and allowed the man to stay with them. 

Floyd still didn't like the idea of a stranger living with them for the time being, but he no longer felt he had word in the group. At that moment, he didn't even want to have anything to say to anybody, but unfortunately he did. He faced the man with his arms crossed along his torso, his body leaning backwards a little. He then reached over to where he had left his knife and placed it in the small sheath on his belt. He proceeded by getting his jacket from the chair opposite to Abram, putting it on and adjusting it. 

"I'm gonna go out for a bit" he started, sitting down to fix the laces of his boots. After getting back up he put the pistol Abram had given him on the tabletop near the man. He still had those squinting eyes he always bore, which seemed devilish or even dark. But in reality, those eyes have just seen so much shit they nearly turned into it. But even through those clouded eyes, he could still see. He could see the people before him, he could see who they were, who they though they were, and who they wanted to be. But at this moment of weakness, he allowed himself to see one thing in Abram: reliability. 

"Keep her safe" he instructed Abram before heading for the door. He opened the darn thing and stepped out. At that time it was still sunny and would be perfect for hunting. It was time for him to clear his mind as he did what he does best.