He stood just a few steps away from the door as he took in the fresh scent of snow. It was crisp and clean, a sharp clear scent of winter. He relaxed for a moment and just looked around. This was a small town, a very homely place. He had seen many smaller places that had been a lot less inviting. His green military jacket dulled the bite of the winter breeze, but he was still a little chilled by it. It had been a long time since hed seen snow. It brought back a few early memories. He smiled to himself, then he frowned sadly.<br/><br/>It also brought back sad memories. His time in France in 44' came back to him. He was younger then, when he went to fight the Nazis...... He had lost a lot of friends in that time. It was why he hadnt tried the military life again till Vietnam. He shook his head, pushing the memories away.<br/><br/>As he stood there he heard the door open and a moment later some one bumped into him. He turned quickly and put out a hand to steady the shifter as she looked up in surprise. He was a good half a foot or more taller than she was. He let go as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Sorry, ma'am. Was just admiring the snow, I shoulda moved outta the way I guess." He didnt notice that his scent spell had worn out, so he tried to act as human as possible. He continued to look at his surroundings as he spoke to her, he kept alert out of habit.