The Sniper emerged from his camper van, lost on his whereabouts. He let out an exasperated sigh, scratching the back of his head as he inspected the empty gas gauge.

"Strewth... Should've taken on that truckie's advice."

It was then he instinctively turned around, the feeling of being watched crept in. His eyes locked onto your unidentified silhouette amidst his unfamiliar setting, trying to see if he can discern any of your features.

[Whispering] "What the bloody hell?"

His initial frustration had turned into cautious suspicion, evident by his now narrowed gaze. With a somewhat guarded posture, he would call out to your shadow.

"Oi! You here for a chinwag? Or perhaps you're lookin' for somethin' else? Either way, I'd 'preciate a jerry can or some directions – I've got a camper thirstier than a dingo in a desert."