Jane blinked for a moment, then swiftly stood up. "Wh-- Excuse me," he blurted out, hoisting his weapon onto his shoulder, "who the hell are you?"

It was, he thought, a perfectly legitimate question. But there was a certain tremor in his voice as he asked it. Maybe no one noticed that tremor, but he did. He remembered a time when the tremor was not there. He remembered soaring through the desert skies, a lifetime ago, and he faltered. But he tried, and he tried damn hard, not to anyone see it. Hopefully, the forcefullness of the question and the fact that he wielded a rocket launcher while he said it would have to carry him through. Granted, the rocket launcher was harmless, but if this person really wasn't Junko, then he didn't know that.