"Oi!" [i] The voice yelled, a shuffling heard before a body heaved itself out of the broken window, careful of the glass. Standing up, the man would see the person he'd rescued.[/i] [i]Standing at only around 5'8", the man, borderline teenager, looked to be around eighteen. He wore a black tank top, with a green bandana tied around his left arm. Dark red hair fell in his face, emerald Green eyes with gold flakes in the irises looking outwards. Dog tags also hung from his neck. His mouth seemed stuck in a permanent almost grin, like there was a joke he always found funny. He was slight in build, having a bit of toned muscle on him but not much from his overall lean frame.[/i] "Thanks for not shooting me, name's Ian." [i] He speaks, holding out a hand to shake. The palms of his hands were dirty with engine grease, almost stained. Spots of it could be spotted on his faded skinny jeans and face, clearly a mechanic of sorts. [/i]