[b] Tom - Railroad Tracks - Floyd, Jack, Jessalyn. [/b]

Tom meant no harm in his intentions, yet he was about to be treated as if it were the other way around. He watched in utter horror as the bearded man pointed his bow at the man in the labcoat, loaded and everything, and then the man turned towards Tom, giving a strong put-down based upon his speech.

Tom stuck his hands slightly upwards in the air, his legs about buckling underneath him due to the fear that was overwhelming his senses at the moment.. he didn't ask for any trouble, nor was he looking for it - so he decided to explain his intentions towards the man, but he couldn't speak much louder than he did previously. He bit down on his lower lip.. he gazed to his left and right nervously, speaking oncemore in the same tone-.. his normal soft spoken voice, which wasn't very loud.. but quite shakey, all the same. "I-I.. I mean n-no harm.. I-I.. I'm n-not going to r-rob you.." Tom looked to be unarmed, not a weapon on him besides a hunting slingshot which was secured to the back of his rucksack, and a knife aswell just next to the slingshot which was encased in a nylon sheath. 

Tom swallowed hard, he lowered his hands back down towards his sides when he felt safe in his sub-conscious that he wouldn't be shot at.. he did it slowly, and in a non-threatening manner.. his hands just slowly gliding towards his sides. Tom doesn't know what else to say.. he's at a loss for words, just all shook up from the situation that is going on currently.. he keeps eye-contact with the man.. he doesn't want to show disrespect and then get an arrow through his throat.