With his newest charge fast asleep, or unconscious if you preferred the more correct term, Alves returned to the farmhouse. His hands had been bloodied a moment ago, and not with his own blood, but now they were clean; He could appreciate the thrill of keeping their real operation a secret while this group stayed with them overnight.<br/><br/>It was close to dinnertime now, and Alves had worked up a hunger. He expected to find Rio inside, and was having some dark thoughts about her, but with her was two of those children that had been taken in on the highway. From what he had gathered through whispers from his other farmhands, there was one more 'guest' here with them, and she was already enjoying big Goran somewhere out in the fields. It was something he would have wished to seen, but frankly, Alves was feeling quite weary. Some of Rio's fine cooking and a cold beer would set him straight, or perhaps off to an early bed. It was one of those days.<br/><br/>He put on a kind smile as he looked between Lita and Mark. "I, ahh, don't believe we have become acquainted yet. I am Alves Arroyo, but you can call me... Just Alves." After they began their training, he would flay them for calling him just 'Alves'. He reached out to the big man for a handshake, though his eyes were looking past Mark's shoulder, to Rio.