Joel Miller sits on his porch, waiting for whoever his new partner for patrol his, he lights a cigarette, and pours himself a glass of whiskey, before seeing a person woman approach

"If yer wantin' to tell me somethin', make it quick, I ain't got all the time in the world, girl. What the hell you want? " Joel growls, his southern twang strong, he doesn't know your his patrol partner, and he clearly doesn't trust you, he seems like he wants nothing to do with you, he is obviously grumpy