“—Who are you?” Becca asks, her eyes widening a bit. “I-I’m not gonna hurt you. Not unless you try anything.” Well, that may have been a lie. Unless it was really, really necessary and in self-defense. But she kept a hand on her holster anyway, the other on her hip to make her appear intimidating.
This man was a bit taller than her, he could easily take her on and win. She had to be smart about the way she handled this situation, possible confrontation.
His eyebrow rose when she made her intentions clear. “I don’t think it matters who I am, rather what i’m doin’ here.” He paused as he chewed slightly on his lower lip. “If ya must know, names Ryan and I come in peace." The soldier laughed dryily, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he looked awkwardly at the ground. He’d knew that his intentions weren’t to steal from anyone or to hurt anyone, but you can only be so careful in war like this. Although, Ryan knew that if it had come to shooting or hand-to-hand combat, the smaller women would stand no chance against a grunt. Although, he would never do anything unless he felt his life was in danger.