"No, you're not a good reason at all." Jane said, turning to look at Alex. "Now, if you excu-" She suddenly went quiet upon seeing Alex, her face losing some color.<br/><br/>Alan saw this as a perfect chance to get out of here, as he turned around and walked off. Alex could handle her, he was sure. Of course, when he turned around, he found himself facing Ira and Hannah, and he figured he should say something. "So, do you always stand around like dolts when a person is being threatened?" He asked, covering up his mouth as soon as the last word left his mouth. "U-uh...I mean...s-sorry!" He waved his hands in front of his face, which was now red, realizing there was no good reason to be impolite. Even though they technically did stand around. No reason to call them dolts, that was just rude. "I...I should be going now. E-Excuse me." He gulped, trying to move past the two, an idea popping into his head as he subconsciously tried to make himself seem smaller by slouching.<span style="font-style: italic">"I....I think I'll just keep going. I could probably make it to some type of shelter before night."</span>He thought, thinking that was good. They had literally been in town for less a minute before Alan already made trouble, he was positive it would be better if he just left while people were distracted. However, he soon stopped in his tracks when he heard the girl with the gun shout.<br/><br/>"Where DID YOU GET THAT SCAR?" Jane screamed, pointing her pistol at Alex's face, and at his cross-shaped scar in particular. "You tell me where you met the man who gave that scar to you right now. Or I will make you<span style="font-style: italic">suffer</span>until you do." She ordered, her body shaking, sweat forming on her brow as she gave the most intense glare she could at the man. "He has a necklace. It's in the shape of a silver cross. He has hair to match. Tell me his name, tell me where you met him, and if you were<span style="font-weight: bold">ever</span>his ally, pray to God,<span style="font-style: italic">because I am going to kill you.</span>" As she spoke, her voice grew quieter, and she focused on the courier, her eyes locked on him. She begun to breath hard, thoughts and emotions filling her mind, all of which she pushed back. She had to focus, she had to get answers, and if it came to it, she had to put a bullet though this man's head as quickly as she could fire. No hesitation.  She reached to her side, pulling out a smaller gun from her pouch. She aimed it up into the air, firing it. The gun shot had an odd high pitch to it, quite distinctive. Whatever her reason was for firing it was unknown, though, as she simply placed the gun back into the pouch, her eyes never leaving Alex. "Get to talking."<br/>----<br/><br/>Another person was in the store, minding his own business, idly looking at canned good. He was paying no mind to Garret or Andrew, but his eyes suddenly perked up when Garret said something. He turned around, looking at the hunter, a look of surprise on his face. He looked to around 15 or 16 years old, with medium-length black hair and a white jacket, a grey shirt underneath, with tan jeans and heavy boots completing his outfit. He walked over to Garret, smiling. There was suddenly a high-pitched gunshot, but he ignored it.<br/><br/>"Hello, sirs! I hate to interrupter your shopping, but I over heard you!" He gave a big grin, his voice having the same accent as Alan's. He clasped his head together, and let out a small chuckle. "I heard you mention an Alan. Would this Alan...does he have brown hair, an accent like mine, around this tall-" He moved his hand out in front of him, palm facing downwards, around 5 or so feet above the ground, matching Alan's height. "-And most importantly...does his eyes sometime purple? I highly doubt it's the same one, but if it was, could you please take me to him? He's an old friend of mine, and I've been looking all over for him! I would be so grateful if you did take me to him, but if the Alan you know isn't the one I speak of, I am very sorry for bothering you!" He suddenly took a breath, having not paused at all during his describing of Alan. His voice was<span style="font-style: italic">incredibly</span>cheerful sounding, so much it might have been a bit off-putting to some!