He extended his hand, offering a friendly smile as he watched her paying special attention to look into her eyes. "Cristian." he said simply devoid of any accent as many often expected. It was true he was a first generation Spaniard, both his parents having come from Barcelona, but he had grown up surrounded in American society.<br/><br/>He firmly shook her hand before releasing her and holding out the photo album for her. He opened up the first page to show a dozen different pictures of the same girl who had a resemblance to him. Each one was taken somewhere in the town, showing everything from the town hall to the forest boarding its streets and each one had a time stamp at the right corner. In all there were over a hundred pictures taken and many with townspeople in the frame. "You better call the sheriff then, and the state police. I'm here to file a missing persons report.  My sister and her friend disappeared off the planet a few days ago. They never arrived at their destination and this proves that the last place they were seen is in this town. I'm here to find them." The way Cristian spoke said that he wasn't trusting of anyone at face value, to many betrayals back in Afghanistan had left him wary of peoples stories and it had transferred over into his new civilian life. Perhaps the worst part was he carried himself as a soldier with obvious signs of discipline and long years of fighting being plainly obvious for all to see, yet the truth was he was still adjusting to this kind of life.<br/><br/>He let the situation sink in for a moment, as his eyes wandered to the rest of the people in the room. Trying his best to memorize faces before his eyes returned to the woman and his lips curled into a warm smile. "Pretty serious right? Probably more serious then anything you ever thought would happen in your town. So I'll start with the easy question first. A young, pretty, hispanic looking woman in your town would have to be memorable...have you seen her?"