The formality of being pat down and waiting for the three individuals to determine that he was no longer a threat was not ideal for Jack, but the odds of survivial were far from being in his favor if he had tried to simply leave. It was irritating, but in some ways he understood their actions as well. They laid claim to the land and figured that it was theirs, him being a tresspasser was someone they were naturally wary of. It also quickly became clear that he was dealing with a Native American tribe, he had heard of some using the shutdown wisely while others had crumbled after being too reliant on modern technology. That wad inevitably the downfall of most who died, they simply had no idea how to survive without technology at their fingertips.<br/><br/>The warning that was presented by one of the men was noted, though Jack was not entirely sure he could trust the men in their assessment. He had traveled many miles, the potential danger of some tribes up north was not enough to deter him, and the offer of a barter was tempting, if of course he had anything to trade with. "Jack, Jack Marpin," he replied to the question about his name from the woman.<br/><br/>Having watched the two men and the woman now for a little bit he assumed they genuinely meant him no harm, a good thing considering he didn't have his sword on his body. It was resting against his bag back at the fire pit he had been creating. "I am sorry, I have nothing to trade, or at least nothing I am willing to trade. I have a firestarter, water filter, a pan, pot, sleeping bag, one change of clothes, a few cans of food, a sword, and a pocket knife. My supplies are limited, if I had something I would have approached the town." He shuffled his feet in the dirt and looked down for a moment, somewhat intimidated and feeling some of his confidence fade. "I do appreciate the advice y'all supplied though, and I will be careful."