Ryan continued walking towards the Odessa pack's home, still unaware of the inhabitants' true nature. He was still a bit of a way's away, but at least he had a goal: make it to the mansion. Ryan, trying to find something to do to pass the time for the walk, pulled out one of his Berettas and took out the clip. He pulled back the slide a few times, making sure there wasn't anything still in the chamber, then slipped his index finger into the the trigger guard. Ryan then began spinning the handgun on his finger, similar to the way people like Clint Eastwood in those old Western films. A couple times he threw the gun into the air, only to clumsily catch it. [i]This was much easier to do with his dad's old Smith and Wesson.[/i] Ryan was so enthralled with the Beretta, that he hadn't noticed just how close he had gotten to his intended destination. He looked up from his handgun to see two people, Ace and William, standing on the porch.

He holstered his weapon, no need to appear threatening to these strangers, and approached the two. Before he said anything, Ryan first began analyzing the pair... if you could call it that. [i]Hmm, the guy seems to be older than the girl. Too old to be her boyfriend, too young to be her dad.[/i] Then he looked at Ace. [i]Ooh, she's pretty. Wonder if she's single. Remember what dad said: "be suave."[/i] Ryan cleared his throat and greeted Ace and William, "Hi there." [i]You were supposed to be suave, idiot! That wasn't suave! That was... that was... dorky? Whatever, just go with it.[/i] "Um, I seem to have been a bit of an accident," he said as he wiped blood from his still-bleeding forehead. "You, uh, wouldn't happen to be able to provide some sort of, uh, assistance could you?" he asked. [i]Stop saying "uh" you big dumb idiot, no girl's going to find your stuttering attractive.[/i] He gave an awkward smile in Ace's direction.