Joel was sitting idly on a bridge, feet swinging out as he rubbed a rag over the head of his axe. He was lost in thought, too busy focusing on cleaning the dried blood off of his weapon to notice anyone come up. His hair had an obvious streak of red where the green should be, and he had a crazed look in his eyes, even as he cleaned his weapon. He was so lost in his thoughts - Probably about murder or something similar - That he didn't hear anyone come up. That was rare.