[@LovelyAnastasia][@SgtEasy][@MissCapnCrunch]

A very faint, sly smile formed onto Foxes face upon hearing the girl with dreads reply to his comment about the Scorps. Personally, he didn't have much recollection of why he should hate them. He knew what they did and could understand why, but anything other that was just impressions he got from everyone he had met or ran into. None of it was good, in all truth. Not even from some Scorp members themselves. Not that he spent a lot of time chattering with any of them- there had been a few he had tortured before killing them a time or two. Ironically, all eight times [i](at least ones that he could remember)[/i] regarding having a fellow Coyote scavenger killed. Or when they had killed someone else he was interested in. They always seemed to know who to target and who to kill... it actually really pissed him off the more he thought about it.

The sly smile quickly vanished from his face as the 'Wandering Priest' stepped up and spoke, Fox himself remained quiet and watched in utter silence as everything unfolded. The girl who had been dealing with him and his stuff to be traded moved elsewhere, guns were pulled out, some shit was said- and Fox payed no attention to it. Instead, he merely turned and leaned against the counter, resting his head in his palm while lightly tapping his right hand against the bloodied bag that rested upon his right hip. 

None of it really interested him greatly, it just barely caught his attention, if anything. The thought did cross his mind though that if Alphonsé ended up starting something, he might be inclined to join him in his escapades. But even then, he didn't make any motion to reach for wire or any throwing knives of the sort. He merely remained leaning against the counter while trying his best to not shift his weight any more than necessary, knowing well enough it was better to drag blood anywhere else if he could help it. Thankfully the bag the body parts were in was mostly leak-proof. Mostly. There were a few holes, but they just dripped on his pantleg. 

Foxes mind began to wander a bit, but a small chill ran up his spine, forcing him to jerk his golden eyed gaze upwards and his free hand to instinctively reach for his front pocket. But he stopped short as his eyes caught his attention. A stranger he had completely over-looked- he caught her eye just for a moment before her attentions turned elsewhere. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, letting out a small breath through his nose. Attempting to trade something for bandages...? The small breath he allowed to escape from his nose quickly turned into a relatively loud sigh. 

While he wasn't entirely interested, he was at least a tiny bit curious about that map. 

"[color=f26522]Miss, with the map?[/color]" Fox started, pushing himself up from leaning on the counter, voice a bit louder than necessary. "[color=f26522]I've got some bandages here and an ol' first-aid kit if you would like to have them, if you wouldn't mind giving me just a few moments of your time. But if you want it, you have to grab it yourself.[/color]" He then lifted his right hand and wiggled the gloved fingers, starting to stick together through drying blood. After a moment though he carefully pointed to one of the bags that hung off of his belt. "[color=f26522]Unless you'd like them already covered in blood. But that really isn't sanitary.[/color]"