The halfbreed blinked twice as he started to move, and paused to face sarge.  “Ah… I don’t have a name.  Never – never used on, had to identify myself… You can call me halfbreed right now if you want, or mac, mister, dude, guy.  I’ve heard it all before, whichever you prefer.” He mumbles.  “Look, I’m not gonna play mister macho anymore, I’m scared right now.  This guy can’t defend himself – and that IS my fault, but it’s crazy out here and we gotta pick up the slack, sir.  With all du respect, let’s take the pleasantries somewhere a little safer.  Please.” He picked up his lid once more and scanned the area with his eyes and perked ears still resting beneath an earthy green bandana.  “I don’t HEAR anything, but that doesn’t mean too much.”