His eyes were wide and his hat was lopsided as he took in your gaze. He was unmistakeably nervous.

None of the other gang members had done this — but here he was, accepting it. It didn't seem to be something threatening, after all.

"What's that look for?" He broke the silence eventually, anxiously fidgeting.

"Can't be good..." He added with a small, nervous chuckle in an attempted joke, his voice breaking.