Alex was about to speak when he felt a sudden touch on some of his exposed skin. His flinch was almost imperceptible, but he gave her a strained smile. "Be careful please. I am not used to this social thing. I need time to ease into it again." He moved away only slightly to take his place and drew a simple hunting arrow and nock it into his bow. He began to systematically control his breathing, causing it to fall into a steady, quiet rhythm. Each breath out signaled a perfect shot, each breath in warned him to take care. His body automatically assumed the combat stance he was trained for and his entire demeanor lost the cordial aspects and became a cold, focused glare. "Give me a target. I wish to pay them back for the pain they caused me and the life they tore away."