Alex was still continuing his conversation with the young civilian, wondering  if he would ever say his name in response to his own. But, it seemed he never would, he could respect that...they were strangers, but he figured a base of knowledge about each other would be great. But, he suppose 'Hey, you!' would work just about fine.<br/><br/>He hard the third voice chimed in and, instinctively, pivoted in an about-face and saw the woman dressed like an archer. He had to admit, even though he enjoyed the idea of being in the company of another man...he was a soldier, and soldiers had to admire anyone who looked sharp and orderly in any kind of clothes. No disrespect to his British upbringing 'friend', but his attire was disgusting to him thanks to his military upbringing. He sized her up, he never expected people to be using archery for combat...though he wasn't a bad shot with the bow as he was with a rifle.<br/><br/>He nodded to her,"If you say so, m'am...I'm willing to believe anything in this crazy wor-"<br/><br/>He stopped as he noticed a figure laying on the ground on the other side of the 'room'. He couldn't exactly make out, but there was something there. He patted around his camies, short for camouflage military suit, but found that he had no scopes or binoculars. Though, they would have been helpful for this sort of situation. He sighed and shook his head as he felt naked with just a sword and pistol for equipment. Good thing the camies always had standard issue bullet-proof vests installed into them.<br/><br/>He pointed out the figure and just bluntly said,"Am I the only one who is seeing that over there? I think it might be another person."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>