<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes raised his brow in curiosity, a genuinely impressed look on his face as he gave a laugh and began to follow her as she walked to her vehicle and explained her contacts ability to set them up with a fairly large piece of bait, secretly it filled him with a bit of relief. Even if she claimed he wasn't there to be used as bait, she easily could have just been lying to get him to play along before holding him at gun point instead. Perhaps he was just becoming a bit too jaded, thinking literally everyone and their mothers mother was out to harm in him some shape way or form. Gently placing his bag next to hers and closing the hatch, letting an amused huff out as she explained her Plan B. "<i>Don't be so sure...Beast might be in the mood for something a bit sweeter."</i>, As much as it was meant to be taken as a light jest he couldn't help but at least come to terms that it would be a real possibility. At least if she didn't manage to devour him first, that sudden spicy sass being shown as she plucked the cigarette from his lips and stomped it out. He simply stood like a statue in the position he was in prior, glance focused on her before letting one last exhale of smoke leave his nostrils and tilt his head curiously with a slick smile.<i> "Thanks for the warning, Boss." </i>Watching as she disappeared around the corner of the vehicle to the drivers side, eyes following her as she went before shaking his head, same amused smile on his face before finally opening up the passenger door and hopping in.<br/>
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Wes let the back of his skull lean back against the headrest, even at one point his feet hovering a bit over the carpet so as not to dirty it up with his boots. The Hunter was a strange one, so laid back and infuriatingly relaxed yet he managed to keep his "Manners", he was a passenger in her vehicle, and as such, he respected it as he would his own. And despite his joking manner the entire time he spoke to her he did so with back straight, eyes kept on hers and always waited until she had spoken her peace, making sure he wouldn't interrupt mid sentence. Lessons passed down in respect for others from his old man and so forth, especially between two that shared the same profession. Very strange considering he was ready to literally duke it out with her only a few short moments ago, he may not have agreed with whatever principles her order operated under but he didn't need to, he respected The Woman in the drivers seat. She'd been fair to him, so he would respond in kind. When she began to speak of her sister letting his glance fall away from the passing scenery over to her as she drove, giving nods as she continued on. Unable to pass up on the low hanging fruit as he commented after she finished explaining her sisters demeanor and penchant for trouble making. Even if it meant possibly getting her order and family in trouble he did have to admire the fiery spirit her sister seemed to have "<i>Sounds like we would have gotten along just fine. Maybe we knew eachother in a past life." </i>Giving a shrug and a grin. "Loose cannon, impulsive, Wreckless." He couldn't <i>quite </i>put his finger on why that seemed to sound so familiar.<br/>
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Wes felt a bit of warmth creeping into his core,  Ava answering his question quite thoroughly and with a lot more detail than he was expecting, the only thing he managed to focus on was the shift her voice took whenever she began to speak about her sister. It was a real love, one that could only come from extremely close bonds and he understood it all too well. As they crawled to a stop he settled with giving the armrest a little knock, in place of reaching out and giving her a pat so they wouldn't be subjected to a sudden nose bleed. <i>"We'll find her. She's lucky to have a sister like you." </i>Simple words but he hoped they would bring her some form of comfort as he opened up the passenger door and let his feet meet the ground and walked around the hatch as it opened. <i>"That's more than enough....Thank you for sharing. Don't agree with it still, BUT....I understand. And I'm sorry for lashing out." </i>Glancing over to her as he unzipped his bag and let the Remington rest against his shoulder, and letting the half empty bottle of Jack juggle a bit in his free hand as he held it out to her. <i>"Not sure if you'd like to take part in a little pre hunt ritual....but offer is there." </i>It probably wasn't a good idea to let the scent of a strong alcohol cover his weapon, so he skipped his usual ritual of giving the barrel a splash for luck and instead unscrewed the cap and took a small swig for himself instead, muttering gentle words under his breath afterwards. </span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">"Deja que mi tiro sea constante y mis disparos sean verdaderos"<br/>
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Giving a satisfied smack of the lips as he held the bottle back out to her with a small smirk just in case she did wish to partake. Afterwards letting the bottle rest back in his bag as he began to dig out the rest of his gear, securing holster to his hip and securing his pistol before taking the bear traps and spindle of barbed wire in his free hand while he turned and began to inspect their surroundings, wiping his boots on the ground as if he was stepping politely into another persons home and waiting on her to lead them along to where their bait awaited them. "<i>You ever seen a Grunch before? I keep hearing they're about Human sized, runs on all fours with bright red eyes and Skin thicker than a gators. Wonder if they'd make for good Barbeque." </i>He gave a grin at the thought before following her as she led. "<i>Doesn't seem so scary after you spend some time out here and see everything else that's hiding in them trees."</i></span>​</div>