That terrible, itching feeling of being watched and observed hit Gilbert like a brick to the face. Due to being in... an organization (which he could not quite recall the name of right now. Blast these clouded memories.) The peacefulness of the his secluded spot had been shattered. He instinctively dug into one of his jacket's pockets, trying to retrieve a box of cigarettes, but he found none. A bit irked that he had forgotten he was trying to quit, he withdrew his hand from his pocket and gave a small sigh after coming up empty handed.

Often, he smoked as a reaction to stress... Until he had decided to actually quit. Nonetheless, he still carried a gun with him, and had his chain [i]Raven[/i] to summon if a threat did truly emerge. If whoever or whatever was observing him was dangerous, he'd definitely be able to defend himself against most assaults. But for now, he had enough of being spied on. His eyebrows furrowed into a scowl and his contemplative gaze became cold.

[color=gold]"Cut the crap and come out from where you're hiding."[/color] He commanded in a gruff tone, golden eyes glaring around the area. He was purely going on the utter feeling  and suspicion that someone was watching him, but didn't quite know for sure. The youthful-looking man dragged his gaze towards the trashcan, but moved over it, not really able to tell where exactly this mystery stalker was actually hidden.