As tempting as it was to allow his eyes to follow her gun as she moved it away from his face the rage within him was focused on the girl. It refused to have him redirect his focus towards anything else, keeping a steady gaze on the girl, not once letting his guard down. Lies. This girl was feeding him lies and he was not about to just turn away and accept her answer. She had to know where Margo was, she just had to! If she wasnâ€™t keeping her here, however, then where could she be? Was she in this forest or was she somewhere else? Maybe she was back home, sound asleep? No. He had a feeling she was here butâ€¦ Nothing was adding up, he was pissed as hell, and while one might expect someone being in the same situation as he was to be reassuring he knew better than to lower his guard, smile, and make friends. Every time that happened, there was always something bound to go wrong, so eventually he just learned to always assume someone wanted to harm him.<br/><br/>Ah, but if she truly wanted to harm him would she have lowered her weapon? She had the chance to shoot him dead right then and there just as he has the chance to kill her now but even then she decided not to fire. She had been kidnapped as wellâ€¦ that was what she said. Despite Jeremy not wanting to believe her could it be possible she was telling the truth? His text message said he was a bad person, too, and she had a gun and flashlight with her as well. What the hell was going on here? Were there more people in the forest faced with the same situation as them? This whole thing was driving him insane and the fact that his blood was still boiling almost to the point where he had forgotten about the cold completely was not helping.<br/><br/>For a brief moment, after he took a bit to collect himself, he looked her over. It was hard to see in the lack of lighting and having horrible eyesight made things worse; he could still see that she was definitely younger than he was, however. And judging by her size, he allowed rational thinking to confirm that she could not have possibly carried him out of his house and kidnap Margo. That still didnâ€™t mean he would trust her. In fact he should kill her where she stood out of mere suspicion but once again rational thinking held him back. Thought of Margo held him back. Maybe she was safe after all? Maybe he had a drunken blackout? He didnâ€™t even drink enough the other night to do that, and even then he hardly drinks. Not nearly as much as he smokes; damn he really needed a cigar.<br/><br/>â€œSo youâ€™re telling me youâ€™ve got a message telling you that you were a horrible person? Funny, so did I,â€ Jeremy murmured, trying to keep his cool. He was still breathing heavy, cold, shaky, and malice still evident in his eyes. It took every last bit of self control he had to keep himself calm enough to want to hear her out; it was becoming a bit conflicting. If he had a smoke, he might be able to pull himself together better. Perhaps she had one. â€œHow about you give me a smoke and we can call it a truce, eh?â€  His tone changed a bit then to one that was a bit more friendly but still filled with a bit of anger, obvious he was trying to keep himself together. Just like anyone who needed a fix of tobacco, even if he preferred cigars over cigarettes.<br/><br/>His craving was probably written over his face more than the anger and confusion of this situation did. He had let the girl go and took a step back, still keeping his guard up and his gun ready for action, but he was extremelyâ€¦ unstable for the lack of a better word. Who wouldnâ€™t be, with everything running through his mind right now? And in general, he was not a very stable person to begin with, which was why he was probably overreacting and certain that this girl was hiding Margo somewhere. Perhaps if he was nicer to her, she would lead him to where she was? He doubted that. Maybe he had to kill this woman to find herâ€¦ maybe that was why he was given the gun. This gun was not for meant himself, but to use to kill whoever stood in his way from finding his wife.<br/><br/>If he killed this woman, maybe he could end this nightmareâ€¦ All he wanted to do was crawl back into his warm bed knowing Margo was safe.