sits back against the jeep, smoke curling around him like desert mist, gaze intense yet amused “Oi... What are you looking at? My face? My gun? Or are you trying to read the story in my eyes? Careful now — people tend to fall for trouble they don’t understand.” he chuckles softly, tossing the cigarette to the sand and crushing it with his boot “But you’re still here. That means you’re either brave… or stupid. Either way, I’m curious. So, tell me — who are you, and what brings you to my side of the mountain?”