<strong>Jason Jefferson - Considering giving 'Mr High and Mighty' a piece of his mind, as well as his boot to the face.</strong><br/><br/>"Who died and made you leader again?"  Was Jason's reply after the man's little speech, even if he had a few valid points.  Yes, going out there alone was a dangerous idea, a fatal one if you weren't prepared, but the more time they wasted talking about it the chances of another child being taken and killed increased at the same time.  Grunting softly, Jason didn't get up out of his chair, but he did let his eyes focus intently on the man that had opened his big mouth.  "Has anyone ever punched in the face for talking too much?  Look, I appreciate your concern, but I don't have a clue who this Otis fellow is that you're all so interested in, having only heard his name at the gas station coming in to Cape Merrin.  Something about how his family was mauled by a bear or something, although the way the old man told the story has made me wonder what the truth is and all.  It just didn't ring true.  At any rate, no matter the story, if you try to stop me from leaving when I choose to leave, I might just toss you out that door.  For now, only because I'm curious, I'm sticking around.  Just stay out of my way otherwise."<br/><br/>He wasn't ungrateful for the man's concern, but Jason didn't take orders from people he just met, and he was making that abundantly clear right then.  Turning back to the bar, Jason tapped the bar, Wayward Son stuck in his head from hearing it on the radio earlier.  Sighing heavily, he turned back to the crowd slowly and looked to Micheal, mentally kicking himself for what he was about to say but...he didn't know what else to say now he had made himself an ass in front of everyone.  His dad would have slapped him upside his head for that.  "Sorry man.  I realize you're trying to help, just coming into town and having some....wild beast chase me down didn't put me in a good mood.  I probably have a couple of dents in my bumper from letting it slam into the back of my car at eighty miles an hour when I hit the brakes before running it down when it landed in front of my ride.  So, while I'm normally the loner type, I'm not normally this rude to people, and for that I do apologize."