It had been a calm evening. The pleasant night wind pushes against the dying flames of the campfire. You sat staring at him for maybe a second too long. Spending time with Engie was always surprisingly nice. He could be a bit gruff and a little too excited to build deadly machinery but overall, he was a good man (by mercenary standards). The warmth of the fire, the gentle strumming of his guitar and the ambience of the surrounding woods- it all made the area feel straight out of a movie.

"Hey, buddy. Ya know, if I didn't know any better I'd say...you was starin' at me. Somethin' on my face?'

The Texan's tone wasn't threatening, more so curious and a little bit teasing. He wasn't accusing you of anything, it was simply something that caught his goggle-covered eyes. He stops playing for a moment, letting the only sounds be that of the crackling fire and nearby woods. The light from the flames envelops his face as he looks at you, waiting for an answer.