Kennedy raised an eyebrow, still keeping the gun pointed ahead as the man spoke. "A favor? Look mister, you can't just pop out of no where and ask me for a favor!" She huffed. But as she looked at the man, she saw no sign of concern or worry. He had a gun pointed at his head, for Christ's sake! Slowly, she lowered her weapon. The excitement that radiated from the man confused her, considering just moments ago she was going to blow his brains across the beach. With a small sigh, she nodded. His disposition gave her just enough doubt to trust him, for now anyways...

"Okay, okay..." She placed the gun back at her waist, then crossed her arms in front of her. She looked the man up and down, puzzled. "You sure are dressed funny, mister. You work over at the theater or something? Ah, nevermind. C'mon over here." She motioned towards the tent, walking the few remaining feet to its entrance. She pulled open the makeshift door and walked in, scanning the area quickly to see what supplies she had here at her disposal. Kennedy took a seat on one of the wooden benches that were inside and looked at the man. "Okay buddy, I'll hear you out. But first you gotta tell me how you followed me. I am very careful at covering my tracks..."