[b]Floyd - Meeting - Katie/Bull/Lauren[/b]

As a giant's arm clashed against his shoulders, Floyd became uneasy. He shoved the man's hairy arm away, escaping the contact. He slid off the side of the table, taking a stand and brushing himself off. "Don't touch me" he murmured to himself. He watched the man as he began his solo conversation with the child, it seemed like they were on good terms the two. 

As the giant golem played nanny and joked willingly, Floyd's temper started rising uncontrollably. He couldn't comprehend how they were joking at a time like this, in a world like this. There were no longer fun and games around these parts, nowhere for that matter. One little small joke and one could die without even knowing. In addition to that, these people were basically slave owners, living in the south during the civil war. That, or they were mere pirates, raping women, stealing gold, and getting drunk. 

Therefore, watching the giant salute and march jokingly was disgusting. He wasn't anything close to being a soldier, he was the exact opposite, there was no honor in what this man was. But anyhow, Floyd continued to follow the marching duo, walking down the wretched catacombs heading towards the brats quarters. As they approached it, Lauren became visible from a distance. "[i]Oh thank god[/i]," the woman exclaimed, her worried face relevant to the situation. She had been in charge of taking care of the child, something she obviously failed at doing. Then, her eyes caught Floyd's. The redneck just stared at her with his squinting eyes, making no sort of facial expression, just staring in blank. But unlike Floyd's face, her's showed enough emotion for Floyd to comprehend. She obviously didn't like him due to what he had said to her in the cell, or maybe it was just because he was different, who knew. But Floyd didn't really care what she thought of him, he didn't care what anybody thought of him. 

It was time to get to business anyway, so Floyd busted forward through the Kate and Bull and confronted Lauren. He stood inches from her, staring her down for a couple of seconds before speaking. 

"I need ya to take me to those girls y'all keep captive round here" he demanded, it was not a debate. Suddenly his concentration was shattered by the tugging of his new jacket's sleeve. He turned to his left to find a seven year old brat pulling his shoulder up and down. "What the hell do ya want kid?" he whispered to her, at the same time turning to Lauren with a raised brow. "[i]After you talk to Lauren, will you play with me?[/i] Katie asked. In response, Floyd placed his hand on her little round head and spoke. "Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say kid." 

"Now I ain't askin again, where them girls?" he quickly returned from the distraction. He didn't care if her boyfriend stood about three to four feet taller than him, Floyd had fought bigger men. He hoped to god [i]she[/i] was there.