[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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[color=slategray]"Likewise."[/color] Although he didn't like being asked questions by strange people pointing weapons at him, his mental state was anything but furious at the moment. At the basest level his primal survival systems were alight, shouting DANGER, PREDATOR and pumping out the chemical cocktail that would let him move really quickly if need be. The higher conscious on the other hand was more suspicious and unwilling to help than anything. His eyes remained trained on the gun for the rest of the conversation.

[color=slategray]"If I were the PI, it would be self-evident why I was here."[/color] Harry didn't really know why he was being so stubborn. Other than the gun, he didn't really have reason to be wary of either of these two, but he couldn't seem to help himself. Maybe it was the sulfurous odor that permeated the forest. Or he could just be hungry. He could go for lunch.