In a blur of motion, the man behind the wheelchair had his hand on the handle of his own revolver. Then, with equally swift movement, the figure in the wheelchair grabbed his wrist and swatted it from the weapon's grip. "Relax, Lucien. Today isn't the day for fighting, especially for this young man." The smaller man in the wheelchair looked back at Jackson, sighing for a moment. "Same goes for you, boy. Today isn't the time to hold down a hammer in the face of a visitor. I'd like to go on a walk with you, Jackson Wolfe. Yes - I do understand it's three in the morning, but it seems that you've been awake yourself. I understand that you know what day it is, and I don't seek to further your stress in any way. All I'm asking for is just a simple walk in the forest. Just you and I, because Lucien can stay here."