Yeah, until the next time some asshole starts looking for a quick snack and you decide to step up to the plate.

[he doesn't believe her and it's as simple as that. this hadn't been the first time, and he doubts it's going to be the last, regardless of what she says. maybe not the wraith, but there's always someone out there who needs help. he knows her type.

heading over to the table, he places the bottle and his gun down- fox's gun down. his own is still tucked away in his waistband. hers is too big for that -before taking a seat on its edge so he can give her a long, hard look.]

What're you expecting to happen here?