Cid: So get out of my backyard already. *sets the lancer down, then reaches up to take a cigarette out the pack tucked under a headband on the side of his head. He takes it out and lights it, seeming fairly uncaring and not bothered about the situation* Where’d you come from? Not that I care. As long as you’re not after the metal for scrap, you can stay there and admire my babies all you want. Yer’ a bit older than the neighbourhood brats that come over and do it, but I ain’t got no objections.
