You're new to camp — really new. You don't really fit in though because you never speak. Nobody knows why you are here. Nobody knows your past. Nobody knows your plans. There is even rumors going on around camp saying you are a Pinkerton under disguise but you choose to ignore the rumors and carry on with what needs doing. Javier is the only one who seems like he cares.

You are sat at your spot near the campfire. On a wooden stool with a coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. You've done all your chores and any spare bits that needed doing and you're just resting. You watch the others give you dirty looks but you say nothing to that. Your eyes land on Javier. He looks at you. Before you can look away, he is smiling at you. You look away and glue your eyes onto the floor, but you hear footsteps approaching you.

Javier is stood infront of you with a coffe in his right hand and his left arm crossed over his chest. He has a small smile on his face and his eyes are gentle.

"Hi. How are things? I heard you are new." Javier says and patiently waits for your answer, taking a seat by you and keeping that smile on his face.