James quickly wolfed down the MRE, having learned to ignore both the taste and texture of the food inside. As he finished and lit a cigarette he heard the voice nearby and glanced around. Seeing... (OOC: Whatever the hell you have in your avatar @Jortluz) his eyes widened, but he contained his surprise.
"Uh, no, not unless you're doing the attacking. Who... what are you?"
"Uh, no, not unless you're doing the attacking. Who... what are you?"