<strong>Alexander Jackson - Feeling the hostility.</strong><br/><br/>Alexander watched her with a studying expression, doing his very best to not give away anything by eye contact or body language, but also trying to read her, not really succeeding in doing both, so settling for her being blocked from his mind. There was a certain element of boredom and annoyance emanating from her, and he felt like he needed to calm her from those emotions.<br/><br/>As she stretched, his eyes traveled over her slender, sexy body, and his mind drifted for a moment, in to a complete other train of thought. How long had it been since he'd been with a woman... Before the war. Even when he returned, women seemed to have a problem with him. Getting past the scars was one thing. The cold eyes, another. To be with a woman like that, he could only imagine... After spending most of his life with the one woman, it was hard to look at anyone in the same light. But he was still young, and she was so attractive. Still, he showed nothing besides the occasional glance over her body of the sexual nature.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry for the questions" he told her, then pulled the pistol in front of him, staring at it a moment before placing it on the center console, between the pair. He was about to go off on a spiel about how he didn't talk to anyone for quite some time, and about his paranoia, but instead, he just raised his eyes to hers. There wasn't exactly the right thing to say in this situation, and he considered just turning around and driving, but felt he<em>needed </em>to say something. "Can you blame me?" he asked her, then laughed, looking to the pistol for a moment. "Seems like this group is all about mistakes and bullets... Oni can't be trusted, Nikita seems like a bit of a loose cannon sometimes... " he trailed off, then looked back at her. "What about you? Can I trust you?" he questioned, really wanting to have more than Anne at his side that he could trust.