David ignored the hand, still a bit shaken and tense. He held his hatchet up, refusing to let his guard down incase this boy would try to somehow attack him. [b]"Put a shirt on, kid."[/b] He uttered, grunting. He glanced to his bag about a yard away, then turned to Marcus, speaking with utmost sarcasm. [b]"Thanks for gettin' my bag..."[/b]

David made his way to the bag, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to check up on the situation. He had faith that Marcus could handle it if things got messy, but still kept his eye on the stranger just in case. He kneeled beside his pack, zipped it up and threw it over his left shoulder. He slithered his right arm through the strap as he made his way back to Marcus's side. David lowered his hatchet for the first time since he spotted Lee, his expression softened as he did so. He exhaled, shrugging his shoulders. [b]"I'm David."[/b] He said, finally calming down. His tone shifted, sounding much warmer and appealing. He looked Lee up and down, then turned to Marcus with a raised eyebrow, [b]"Any bites?"[/b]