[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)[/center][hr][hr]

It was quickly becoming appearant to Alexander that he had already pushed, or was by no pushing his luck with his questions. He couldn't blame them, him suddenly appearing out of the blue and asking them things they apparently didn't knew or cared for, especially when he was a stranger. Besides, he had the MRE coffee, so he should probably have been grateful, even without any cup to drink it from. 

[color=662d91]"I understand. Just asking, old man's habit. I like to know what my options are, seen as I'm not about to force myself into your group without permission."[/color] Alexander said back to Lola and Thalia, his voice toned with a sort of dissapointed restraint, but not annoyance. Still standing around the warm grill, he prepared himself the instant coffee the G.I. way of pouring hot water straight into the MRE-package, even if he was having a little trouble holding it in his hands. Still, it was better than nothing. 

Alexander placed his bum at the side of the tank, looking thoughtfully out onto the snow and keeping quiet. If they weren't in a mood for talking, he wasn't about to annoy them with his chatter. Not that he was sure they were going to let him stay with them, as he had previously stated. He knew that newcomers always were looked upon with suspicion, regardless if you were a soldier or a survivor. Even if Lola was the odd one of the two, he still wanted to keep that option open. So for now he silently and, for the first time, peacefully sipped the coffe he held in his hand, significantly quieter than Lola. 

He sighed happily. The coffee tasted like heaven.