Certainly, the thing that should have been on Raguel Reid's mind was the prospect of getting another settlement to form a trade deal with his. It was necessary to rebuild the community to its fullest potential, and you simply cannot do that without gasoline. Electricity, cars, you name it. It was the most coveted thing for his settlement, granted they had small gardens and access to a well. The thing was, Raguel just couldn't take his mind off the salisbury steak that laid before him. In his old life, he wouldn't have ever touched it, given his reputation. Now, however, the steak is a delicacy. Not many souls out there can say they've enjoyed one in the past ten years. He glanced over at the box one good time, taking his time to be grateful for the gift of such a well preserved meal, and then he dug in. The steak was gone in minutes, but savored every second of it.

As he was putting his plate away, an unreasonably tall caucasian male burst into the room, clearly excited about something. "Mr. Reid, we-"

"Kaid. Forgotten how to knock, have we?" Raguel asked rhetorically. The rhetoric, by some miracle, managed to find its way over the giant's head.

"No, I haven't. But they're here, now. Ca-"

"It seems that our guests are as eager as you are." Raguel remarked smoothly. He calmly slid his plate into the old, well-kept sink and turned to face Kaid. "So it's best to not keep them waiting. Wait for me outside, tell them I'll be out in a few."

"You got it," came Kaid's final statement. Raguel listened to his loud footsteps as he left the home. He would never understand the tendency of the post-apocalyptic generation to be so excited about violence whenever it even so much as presented the slightest opportunity. Hypocritical, he knew, given what was about to transpire in the next fifteen or so minutes. 

As he approached the exit to his home, Raguel stuffed his M9 handgun in the back if his pants, so that it would appear to his guests that he was unarmed. All it really was was insurance, but he had a funny feeling that this was insurance he was going to need. He left his signature machete laying where it was and walked out the door, smiling that charming smile if his that had always done him well in the past. "Today's the day we get what we want," he muttered to himself, "It's showtime."