Serge still kept his guard around this woman. He didn't like these kind of strangers, who act approachable at first only to try and mooch something off of him. That's already happened too many times for Serge's liking.

[b]"I have..."[/b] Serge paused for a moment to think of how he could describe his introverted personality, [b]"...people problems."[/b] Serge took a brief moment to finish his cigarette, and then spat out the used butt and stomped on it, smearing it all over the concrete with the sole of his shoe.

[b]"I'm happy enough killing myself this way. Now mind your own fucking business,"[/b] harshly replied Serge. Serge then started walking to the west, towards the World War II Memorial. He was sick of this camp and that British-sounding broad already. It was time for a change of scenery. Maybe if he was lucky, the military might not have blown the bridges across the Potomac into Arlington by now.