Before Armend even knew what he was aiming at, his sights were on the face of a stranger with a shotgun. He tapped Danica with his elbow to get her attention, but it wasn’t necessary once the man spoke.

	“English, yes?” The man said in a light hearted manner. 

	Armend snorted a sigh through his nostrils and grinned behind his raised rifle. His words twisted with his accent, “I zuppose dat is a cloz enuf assumption. Vould you please drop the gun?”

	The Kosovar took a few steps forward from the group, keeping his rifle level, and placing himself between the two entities. He nodded, “precautions iz all. Good to know each other intentions, yes?”