[b] Abram Chamberlin - House - Floyd/Jess [/b] 

Abram nodded to the man in respect, trying to be as polite as possible. "Evening, sir." He said. He eyed the man's empty left hand, as he right was concealed by the door. "I was just looking for a place to stay tonight; I don't mean any trouble." Abram took account that the man looked fierce, and would probably be a challenge to fight. "How about- uh.. How 'bout I just dischamber the my round and you can get rid of whatever piece you got in your other hand, there." He carefully gripped the slide of his gun, making sure that his hand was clear of the chamber, before pulling the slide back and ejecting the round. 

"Now- don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you're in bad shape, pal." Abram said. "My car is up on the road and I've got food. Plenty of it, too. So I'm hoping we can... maybe work something out and not start a firefight?"