<div class="floatleft">(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk59/Untamed_skies/9c4d7342-66e5-4a03-96db-6e391ad6eb88_zps7ecf9012.jpg) (http://s277.photobucket.com/user/Untamed_skies/media/9c4d7342-66e5-4a03-96db-6e391ad6eb88_zps7ecf9012.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Reid Lawson<br/><strong>Faction</strong>: none<br/><strong>Date</strong>: May 21<br/><strong>Time of Day</strong>: afternoon<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Moving around town<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Lilah, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Reid had been certain that there was going to be a interesting story worth listenin' to. At least judging from her body language anyway. Clearly she was rattled, enough so she was still going over everythin' quick as she could in her mind. He wondered as he they moved it maybe whatever spooked her hadn't happened so long ago. Like maybe last night? It was still real hard to judge at any rate and he found himself simply remaining quite as she began to talk. Carefully listenin for anythin' she was sayin'. Maybe she'd slip up on a detail and let him know more then she wanted to. Course she might tell him everything as well and then his extra close listenin just made him a good listener. Still for whatever reason he was a bit concerned with the attidue of his new friend, and all ready those "do good" instincts were starting to kick hin.<br/><br/>When she did start talking Reid would frown as she started to talk. Course it sounded like maybe she had walked in on a ring of bandits or something. Maybe the types that had a connection with someone important that could allow them to do thing otherwise they wouldn't be able to get away with. That's what Reid's first instinct was anyway. Wasn't necessarily hard to accidentally walk up on someone doing something shady. The question was still a tough one if it were to be considered. Not one that ought to answered in the blink of the moment, less you was a large fool. "I suppose, it'd depend on how much good I feel could do," he said after a few moments as he turned his eyes to her. "Doesn't do no one, no good if I just go in guns blazin and get myself killed," he said folding his arms. "Spose if I didn't feel it was something I could do by myself, I'd look into findin' some help if it was a big menace," he said. There were some big words in what she'd said. Like "more dead," being one that particularly drew his attention to her opening talk. The trouble was if it was a real big and real dangerous problem and he didn't think there was much a chance of him walkin' away alive, or even at least bein' able to take the beast with him, gettin' himself killed? That didn't help anyone but the person tryin' to kill him did it?<br/><br/>Her next question changed the entire complexion of what she was askin him. Where as before his imagining was along the lines of some sorta conspiracy goin on in town, and there were plenty of those. She was asking him something entirely different. His face would grow a bit darker as he tried to sort out what that meant and the implications certainly weren't something he was necessarily happy to be hearin' either. "I've been around these parts long enough to know, things do go bump in the night," he said pausing before he'd pause. "You want to come out and tell me what's troublin' ya Lilah," he asked with a light frown appearing on his face. He felt he'd connect pieces sure, but it'd be better if she just said it. Make sure they were understandin' the same stuff.