Taking the time to sling the MOLLE pack over his shoulder once more, he carefully stepped out of the people mover and carefully examined the wall of weapons and categorized them. He noticed that some of the things on the top right shelf were paint brushes?<br/>He didn't want to know.<br/>The stuff of the left wall though were what really caught his eyes, he could recall seeing them being in StarWars and Tron, things of his own personal interest.<br/><br/>Name exchanging, wonderful. He could already feel the start of a full on cringe.<br/>Looking from side to side at the others that were here, he now realized he was expected to present himself to the group.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Shit.</span>Did he trust these people?<br/>The answer was no, not fully.<br/>"Call me C-Well." Sam said deciding to stick to his online tag. He slowly tugged down the keffiyeh though to at least show he had<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>trust.<br/>"Just C-Well.“ he added cautiously.