[@CrimsonCastle]York looked down at Roland's revolver with the same amount of interest one might look at the morning news paper. This man was getting more and more western by the minute, not to mention more paranoid sounding. 'Though perhaps with good reason.' York thought to himself, opting to crouch down when Roland took the gun away from his face.

"Last thing I recall was rolling my car off the road and into a forest. Not this one though-there was a storm happening when I crashed. This forest looks to dry to be the same one." York explained to the stranger, taking another drag off of his cigarette before tapping it on the carton and sticking it back with the others. Had to conserve these things with how much money they cost.

York looked out into the field to see exactly who Roland was staring at. The first thing he noted was that it was a good thing that there were other intelligent life around. The second thing he noted was they apparently had spaceships. York looked upon the orange domed structure for a moment, rubbing his chin with thought. He briefly entertained the notion that he was in a coma again. He pushed those thoughts away and focused on the people, placing his right index and middle finger on the right side of his head.

[i]Profiling Start[/i]

The man on the right with the black hair stood in a relaxed manner, looking more casual and friendly than intimidating. His large...Was that a sword? York noted to himself to ask how one would wield a sword that big later. Still, right now he didn't look too threatening. Even with a sword that big, York figured if this individual got riled up it'd be easy enough to get out of that sword's reach and start shooting.

The second individual, who was apparently the owner of the ship that had caught York's attention earlier, was a bit more concerning to York. They looked like they had just come out of a science fiction movie, though perhaps with with more advanced special effects than he was used to seeing. The way Samus was pointing her arm canon at Zack was a slight cause for concern, but York figured he was in the same situation that he was in with Roland-he'd shown up unannounced at a stranger's back or side, and the stranger in question had a gun. 

Still, it was probably for the best to hang back for a moment. York removed his fingers from his head before addressing Roland again. "What about you? What's the last thing you remember?" York asked, his investigative mind now moving on to the question of why he and this stranger were here. He was surprised he was functioning this well after waking up without a morning cup of coffee, but he felt just as energized as he had been mere moments before the crash. Perhaps no time had passed at all, but then why was the sun in the sky and where was the rain?