<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The Hunter raised a brow a bit when he heard that laugh escape her. After being alone for so long it was almost strange to hear it come from someone else, it took a bit of his hard edge off, knowing she at least had a sense of humor. Even to a silly question that seemed to have no place in the current situation. He was genuinely curious as to what she would have done if he had stayed silent and just asked her to bring a warrant next time, maybe she'd produce a mile long wallet full of fake I.d's and various badges of qualifications. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be anymore, Woman could have taken her sweet time rattling them all off.<br/>
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However once that charming little moment had passed The Hunter kept his eyes locked onto hers for a good long while as she began to go off on him. Obviously striking a nerve or two but his anger at the situation made him to proud to admit she had a point. He glanced over to the Trees as she continued on, remembering how he'd left his rifle just waiting for his Prey to be forced in the right direction. Everything was only planned up to putting him down, and he watched her stomp away from him.<br/>
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So The Hunter gave a simple shrug, leaning back a bit and letting his arms extend to his sides before sitting himself down on the stairway again, giving a sarcastic goodbye wave, however quickly pretending to hide it as she suddenly stopped and had a change of heart, giving an amused smile and leaning back a bit, the old stairs giving a loud creak under his weight. <i>"Guess that's about as much of an apology as imma get, I'll take it." </i>Flashing her a little thumbs up before he took in the sight of the fire again. <i>"For information, I wasn't planning on leaving here tonight, as long as he was gone." </i>He snapped his finger, eyes focusing back on her. <i>"I'd have been content to leave this world."</i><br/>
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It was a morbid confession but it was one spoken with truth directly from the heart. Wes knew he was only one man and chances are he'd probably be torn apart the very second he had finished with what he had came to do, but his eyes told a story that his body and his voice absolutely wouldn't. The Hunter was tired. Single Minded dedication to killing this creature no matter the costs, and finally after what seemed like an eternity his chance to finally rest was so close. Only to be swiped away at the very last second.<br/>
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Wes simply sat there and thought about it for a few moments, pretending to observe his nails and wipe away a bit of dried blood that had collected on his hands. Curiosity once again beginning to take hold. <i>"Family right? That's why you're out here in the first place, seen your ammunition and the way you moved so can assume you're part of a well organized foundation. Shouldn't need help from the locals to grab information....unless of course you're <b>not </b>supposed to be out here. I know I'm only one man but why would they only send one person in alone deep in skin walker territory with no back up?"</i><br/>
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Wes looked her over once again, these were all just thoughts that had been cooking in his head and they could have all been completely wrong for all he knew. But if she was asking for his help, he wanted to know everything about who he was getting involved with first. So he simply waited on her answer, letting himself get comfortable on the steps. <i>"Only curious because if the pope actually came outta that car would your people have known it?  Cause Shit woulda blown my mind."</i></span>