He had to force his mind passed the strange prospect that this was some bizarre hippie three-some, as all three of the gentlemen he saw were struggling to get clothes on as he switched the engine off. As he remembered the true purpose of his arrival, however, he also remembered that these could very well be dangerous men. Therefore, he kicked himself mentally once again for not having thought this through. The fuck was he supposed to say? [i]Hey, I was just in the area and heard explosions, so I'm here for the party?[/i] [i]I come in peace? Take me to your leader?[/i] [i]Got any...chips?[/i] These folks obviously weren't expecting company, and were even more obviously adamantly opposed to it. But this was it. He was here, and there wasn't a shot in hell he was just gonna drive off back where he came from. He hadn't seen any abilities used thus far, but that was caution on their side, most likely. However, if he just stepped out of the car and started psycho-tossing shit and these WEREN'T the authors of the explosions, then what? He grabbed the revolver, just for good measure, and shoved it in the back of his jeans. And he stepped out of the car. He decided to just play it cool. He sat down on the hood, lit another cigarette. Took a long drag. "Boys, I think we need to talk. Cigarette?"