[b]I sat on the steps as the woman approached them, carrying the nearly-dead kid. I had been cleaning my rifle, when I had realized that she was actually coming up to the Dojo. I shifted to a position where I was actually facing her all the way, and put my rifle back on its sling on my back. I put one hand on the step below me, and use it to help myself up. My revolver jostles in its holster, making the scope make a little jangling noise. Had some glass shards in it, gotta get that fixed later. My Ranger Combat Armor shone in the sun, having just polished it a little while ago. My helmet is on my head, wouldn't want any of the remaining civvies to see my face. I approached the woman as she approached the steps, meeting her halfway.[/b] "Who would you be? And I do hope you are trying to help that kid." [b]I gesture towards the bleeding child.[/b] "Know a few people who have less than pure intentions with kids."