[i]Drake's arm instinctively went down to the holster on his hip upon seeing body armor--a natural reflex from onetime criminal, but his mind quickly overcame such notions. This man wasn't after him, and he shouldn't be picking fights regardless. A change of tact was required. With a charming grin, he leans over to face the armored man,[/i] "Evening soldier, didn't know it was amateur hour here." [i]Drake had forgotten how much of a jackass he was, with a rueful smirk. [/i] "You seem to be packing a lot of firepower over there. Compensating for something?"