Óscar chuckled at the Irish man, looking down at him before resting his head on the walls of the truck and crossing his arms, gesticulating only what can be assumed it's a faint smile. He was liking this, the group seemed quite interesting and unique, and he always wanted to know more about Eastern cultures and such. [b][b][b][color=00a651]"Modern fairy tale? More like a song, you guys know swing? I think this would do for a pretty good swing if you catch my meaning..."[/color][/b][/b][/b] His Spanish accent tilting the words, the pronunciation of the Rs being slightly harsh and seemingly rude, like if he was taking them along a dirt road and they were hitting each rock that was in the way.

He started to look around the truck, noticing the small girl looking at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow and quickly adjusting his jacket to try and cover his face slightly, rubbing his beard. Did she know? Did she just look at him by pure curiosity or did she know something? Maria knew about him being a vigilante, but these guys? Maybe they were against that, maybe they were against him! He started to shiver slightly, the stress always made him get cold, more so when staying in Britain, at night and about to fucking jump off a plane onto France. 

Taking a small bottle from his inside pocket, he opened it and took a swig of it, keeping it in his hands as he smirked slightly and seemingly concentrated on it, the water inside of it slowly coming out as it just stood there, in the air. [color=00a651][b]"Hey [i]chicos[/i], wanna see something?"[/b][/color] he says, slightly more relaxed before he starts to move the water around, creating figures with it and chuckling as he does so, ultimately making a popsicle-like shape out of the water, putting a pencil inside of it and quickly freezing it, taking it and starting to...well, you know what people do with popsicles. [color=00a651][b]"Maybe we can get some juice in France, I'm sure you wouldn't mind some popsicles..."[/b][/color]