"Would I be a good reason?" A voice asked, clearing his throat. The source? None other then Alex, with a distinctly dry look on his face. As soon as he had heard Alan's first scream, the courier had hauled ass to catch up, because the kid can run seriously fast when he puts his mind to it and thus he had some distance to cover. At first, he thought he was going to have to pummel, and maybe shoot, someone. And then he finally caught up, and saw that the person the kid had found while investigating... Was another kid, around his age.<br/><br/>A kid who had crashed into someone wearing a hood, visibly forced herself to calm down, and then there was that little exchange where somehow the whole thing was all but defused. A situation that probably could have been avoided if Alan had asked in the first place. So now, he's gone from 'ready for a fight' to 'dealing with a couple of rowdy kids'... It was probably too much to ask, but right now, he hoped Garret was also having kid trouble right now. If only so that he's not suffering alone.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>(Optional Background Music:<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2zw6vjNdCg">Wild Arms 3 OST- A Person's Warmth</a>)<br/>"Let's see, what else do we need?" A young man muttered, scratching his head through the wild mess of silver hair on his head. He was about average in height, and was pretty skinny all things considered. Hearing the door open, his brown eyes glanced over to notice a man enter the store with someone a year or two younger then him. In that glance, his brain quickly went over the details. The younger guy honestly didn't look all that much at a first glance, but at the same time he could tell he had a bit of steel to him. He didn't seem particularly worried... Well, he did, but not<span style="font-style: italic">worried,</span>not like someone who's not used to the sounds of violence would have been after the tell-tale noise earlier.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Gunshots probably aren't anything new to him,'</span>he thought to himself, before his thoughts turned to the older man. His first opinion, the man didn't seem too bright. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't saying the man was stupid or anything, just not smart. His second opinion however could be summed up with one word.<span style="font-style: italic">'Skilled. Definitely skilled,'</span>the silver-haired young man concluded. With that quick analysis done, he turned his attention back to what he was doing, mostly to avoid drawing attention and starting trouble. He could probably fight his way out if he needs to, but he honestly doesn't want to. Not while he's restocking supplies. Of course, he had no doubts that the older man at least noticed anyway. But, appearances matter sometimes. "Ah, that's right. Need some of this," he said to himself, grabbing a can off the shelf.