Toby's anxious voice carried a tone of sincerity that seemed to be the prevailing theme of who this young man was. Montana noted that he seemed very honest emotionally. Not to say that he outright believed the closer boy operated dishonestly, but more that the other wore his heart on his sleeve. 

[color=slategray]"It's an interesting circumstance to meet you both, Spire, and Toby."[/color] He nodded to each of them individually, making an equal amount of eye-contact as well. The man stooped down, and retrieved his wide brimmed hat from the innards of the box. When he returned to his full height, he met Spire's handshake. His hand was the mouth, attached to the arm which served as the body to the adder. Like any snake, it moved smooth before it struck.

[color=slategray]"In regards to my time of rest spent within the confines of that metal, I have no true way of knowing. Nor have I cared to recall the year for quite some time."[/color]

He motioned down to the deceased. 

[color=slategray]"Perhaps Toby would care to make a guess based on the decay of the corpses that lay around us."[/color] 
 
Montana stepped out of the box, and innocuously positioned his body to be parallel to Spire's in a way that gave Toby no clear shot of his midsection or head. Not that he feared being pierced by bullet or blade, but to see which Toby would do first, re-position himself, or answer his question. If he answered at all.