Jackson taking another sip of whiskey and glanced up to see and unfamiliar face. "Do i have business with you? I can't say i recognize your face, yet i do recognizes that colour of armor you're wearing" Jackson takes another sip of whiskey before lowering his hand to his 44. "most folk round here don't know those colours, or if they do they certainly would think one of caesar's puppets would be this far into NCR territory" Jackson raises his 44. to his hip "speak quickly my drink is waiting" he stares straight into the strangers eyes