He can understand a bit of staring. After all, Jion's quite aware of the fact that the scar splashed across his face is pretty distinctive, and he's not the most normal looking guy out there. But man, this guy's staring real hard. And he kind of doesn't make sense? There's a really weird calm about this guy that seems entirely unnatural.

Slowly lowering his hands from the front of his shirt, Jion kind of stares back at David for a few moments before attempting a response. "Uh. Right. Of course." A brief pause.

Maybe this guy's drunk, or high? Jion steps forward, invading David's personal space a bit as he looks over him curiously. "Um. Are you okay, man?" A brief little sniff -- not the most subtle move, but he's so used to the battlefield where personal space isn't really a high priority. He can't smell any booze clinging to David's clothes or hanging in the air around him, but he can't get a good enough look at David's eyes to guess if he's on drugs, either. "I mean, not to like -- be naggy and butt into things, but you seem kinda. Uh. Y'know."