"[i]You know, someday, someone is going to try and stop the 'Payne Train' and you're going to be sorry...[/i]" it sounded like more of a threat than a warning, but Kevin was convinced that Coyote wouldn't let him down. The canine spirit was practically a god, there was no way it could be stopped by anything mortal. He supposed there were other possibilities, but he wasn't exactly worried. He didn't reply to the spirit's comment, mostly because he didn't want people thinking he was talking to himself. Zara butted in before it became a problem anyway, talking like she wanted to join in their little contest. That distracted Geoffrey, though, and seemed to drive the man back to whatever business he had been attending to before they had crashed the party.

As the man departed, Kevin gave him a nod, jerking his chin up as if to dare the man to do something about his presence. The werehyena wasn't the least bit worried, though he supposed that could change. "That was a lot more excitement than I usually care for..." he sighed, realizing that he probably wasn't going to be able to strip out of his combat gear, even here, in the safety of an underground bunker. There were too many people around, and the last thing he wanted was someone getting hurt because he'd left his stuff laying around. That, and he didn't need anyone picking through his things while he wasn't looking. "Where do they keep the food around here? I want something to eat, and then I think I'll hit the sack..." life was simpler out here in the wasteland. He did what he had to do to survive, and when he found shelter, he took advantage of it by sleeping as much as not-quite-humanly possible. Then he realized he'd forgotten about the cigarette in his hand, and proceeded to suck it back about as quickly as he could, assuming it might be a while before he got another smoke break...