"My bad Helen, ya looked like a Heather."He said as he gently took her hand, his large one literally swallowing hers as he held it lightly. "I'm Eric." He said as he released her hand. He liked the way she blushed. It suited her. Maybe it was the way it matched her hair. Something pricked at the back of his neck. Maybe he subconsciously saw someone looking at him wrong, or any one of a million other indicators. But he ignored the sensation and continued on with the conversation. Eric had been on the streets most of his life, and on the lamb his entire adult life. To do as well as he had in that life he'd learned to develop certain skills. He didn't even know how it worked. There was nothing supernatural about it. Just honed senses that took in preceded threats without him knowing about it.<br/><br/>He plucked at his wife beater and chuckled. ''I guess this is Bout as dressed up as I get. Was all I had clean." He exclaimed. "I kinda pack light. Not a lot of need for fancy clothes when ya got no one to impress I guess." He almost laughed to himself. He only had a couple different sets of clothes. But he'd lived that way for a long time. Space was a commodity when everything you owned needed to fit into two saddle bags and a touring pack. He'd hoped that she wouldn't pick up on him not answering about his dad. But she did. So with a sigh and an even look into her eyes he said with a smirk. "And yeah. He wasn't a very good guy so I'd rather not talk Bout him." He finally said, still looking as comfortable as before.