The odd boy's face absolutely lighted up when Garret answered "Oh, wonderful! I would so very much like to see him again!" He said with a huge grind, clapping his hands together. It would almost be cute, if it wasn't so unnerving. "Oh, I'm from a town called Harmonie, it's quite a ways....south west from here, I believe?" He answered, having to think about it for a second. "It was a nice place, peaceful and quiet. Which makes the fact Alan left because he thought people were screaming and being too loud weird to me. Oh well, that's simply something else I will have to talk to him about." He explained, locking his fingers together and bringing them up to his chest, watching as Garret checked out. "As for how long I have been looking for him, I believe it's been around six years? I have to give him something that he forgot back home, and not only that, I also have something VERY important to tell him!" His voice sounded completely genuine, but there was something about it simply<span style="font-style: italic">off.</span>Granted, this was a teenager that appeared to be travelling the wasteland alone, and even some fully grown men couldn't handle such a thing, so pinpointing exactly what was up would be quite difficulty. It might not have even been something<span style="font-style: italic">bad,</span>to be honest, he might have just been an odd kid. That might have even been<span style="font-style: italic">likely,</span>considering how Alan acted.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Jane found herself frozen. She should have taken a shot as soon as he begun to move, but she didn't even try. That's what she would have done, if she had even the tiniest inkling that this man worked for that<span style="font-weight: bold">bastard.</span>She knew why, she knew that look on Alex's face. It was the look of a man who had nothing but disgust and ill-will towards something, and she had a feeling very few things would have made him be more insulted that she just suggested. Of course, considering she said that due to the fact he had a<span style="font-style: italic">giant scar</span>wasn't the most logical train of thought, she supposed, but it was the one she had, so she had to owe up to it. "I'm sorry. It's just...gah, never mind. He messed up your face and you scarred him?" She asked, trying to remember. It didn't take much effort, she would never forget that face. The face of a man she hated with everything she had. He had a scar right across his right cheek. It was him. Or at the very least least a man who was close enough that killing him would make her feel better all the same. But it also meant that it had to have been YEARS since the two fought, so any info Alex could have given her was outdated at best, flat out misremembered at worst. She let out an annoyed growl, tapping her feet in annoyance. She yanked her gun out of Alex's hand. Suddenly, however, a smile formed. "Cirino, eh? A name is the best way of tracking him down, so thanks for that. What's your name, partner? If this leads me to finding him, it's only right I know the name of the man to thank."<br/><br/>Alan watched the confrontation, feeling odd. Cirino...he had heard that name before. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, was a memory of it being said. Was it a common name? No, then the girl wouldn't have said it helped. Should he point out he had heard it before? He was just about to do so, when he remembered something. How the girl looked like she was going to murder him just a few minutes ago.<span style="font-style: italic">".....I'll keep it to myself."</span>