Joshua was working on assorting and working on reassembling some M1911's, he was sitting in his wooden, manmade chair, staring at the guns carefully. Joshua didn't even turn his gaze to the newcomer, he then, gaze a slight stare, before speaking, the caves ambient sounds of gun arrangement and ruffling stopped.

“Hello.”

Joshua spoke, his words unwavering and almost monotone, he gave a stare to the newcomer.

Maybe, this was a bad idea, just maybe, but who knows.