[i]While it may have been expected of the... uh... legendary hunter of furries, Jason, to whip out a gun and blast Alpha's face off before she could even blink, he did absolutely no such thing. Instead, he merely grinned beneath his helm, giving the goat-girl a mock salute and a wave.[/i] "Yo, uh..." [i]Well, that greet fell apart as soon as it had started, the Russian pausing as he searched for a name. His mind raced with thoughts, having to think back an entire decade just for the girl's name.[/i] "...Beta, was it! Hold on, no, no, that just isn't right, because Beta was the sister, I think... Alpha? Alpha! Heeey, yeah, your immunity to the hunts is still in effect, I suppose, even though I don't plan on hunting another furry or scalie or whatever the fuсk kinda shit I'm going to run into." [i]Well, at least he remembered her name. While Alpha seemed to have matured, Jason had too -- or at the very least, he had changed, no longer has angry at life as he had been. Overall, he seemed much more laid-back.[/i] "Don't even really know why I came back here, but eh, here I am now... How've you been, you hairball?"