He stared incredulously at Carver as the man responded. The coy step to the side may have been a declaration of war in that moment, but Chris had to concede that this outdoors vagabond was probably right. Going home now would probably make no difference as he would inevitably be called back to deal with whatever situation he was drawn into. 

 [i] "Are you that bored? Really?" [/i] Piper spoke up, his eyes glared over at the girl, unamused. 

 His stare became harder by the minute.  His whole body was rigid, though it always appeared to have that same stiffness regardless of his position or situation.

 “I see your point,” he said to Carver, still trying to keep his voice cool and level, though aggression bubbled through his blood like thick tar. Keeping his exterior expression cool was a skill he’d learned over time, when it came to his interactions with the law and other people that knew of his… stiffness. 

 Then he turned to Piper as he stretched his hands, trying to move them away from their usual clenched fist.

 “My interest matters little in this situation,” he stated. His voice was dry, empty, unlike their first encounter when all he could express was his rage.

 “I only care about my job, and doing my job properly. While I understand that my specialty would become beneficial in this situation, I’m struggling to understand how I can assist further. I’ve already stated that this attack was not by any animal that the rational world understands. But I suppose if I’m just going to be called away from my practice [i]again[/i] to give another analysis with similar results, then I suppose I’ll stay until the… gentlemen… here get the idea and tell me to take my leave.”

 He sighed quietly after his brief explanation, but then he turned to Carver. The man was growing in suspicion since he was asked to come here. In some cases, Chris started to feel as though he was dragged here on false pretenses.

[@Kidd] [@The Harbinger of Ferocity]