Sawyer was entrenched in the beauty of the day and his eyes mesmerized in the motion of the wind and majesty of the Dojo. Only the smell of freshly made strawberry ice cream was potent enough to break one out of such a state, and he turned to take the delicious food he was given for free. He grinned and nodded in respect. "Many thanks." He turned, leaning against the truck as he slowly got through his ice cream. He was relaxed, a rare sight, in direct contrast with his thick and jagged scars that riddled the body, striking light blue eyes and tanned leather skin of a soldier and a survivor. He sighed, the smile perspiring to become a tranquil and calmed state that Sawyer could only remember from when he was off duty, a very long time ago. "Beautiful day, is it not? A fine day for ice cream, if anything."