He was just about to move off in his chosen direction when the familiar sound of ground underfoot caused him to suddenly turn in the direction, eyes fixed immediately as the man approached, he lowered his centre of gravity, hand reaching behind to the back of his waist, gripping the knife, it was almost not even a conscious decision on his part, simply instinct.
Monnrow didn't exactly look too great, nor friendly, his tattered uniform was caked in grime, dirt, the insignia on the upper right arm coming loose at the stitching; his face bloodied, slightly gaunt. He was clearly not in the best of moods, with an almost permanent scowl etched on his features "...Human?!" He demanded, with a bark. Not relaxing just yet but uncurling the hand from the back of his waist, he did feel a little better that he at least looked the same as the man who had so brashly approached him like they'd met on a morning stroll.
With eyes shooting poison at the man, he straightening just slightly, he didn't seem like much of a threat, but it was hard to tell, he did have an axe, though- it was certainly an antique he thought, where -was- he?
"I'm with the Alliance, Gunnery Chief Monnrow, tell me where I am." He added quickly, feigning politeness, but the words came rehearsed and clear as much of a demand as ever.
Monnrow didn't exactly look too great, nor friendly, his tattered uniform was caked in grime, dirt, the insignia on the upper right arm coming loose at the stitching; his face bloodied, slightly gaunt. He was clearly not in the best of moods, with an almost permanent scowl etched on his features "...Human?!" He demanded, with a bark. Not relaxing just yet but uncurling the hand from the back of his waist, he did feel a little better that he at least looked the same as the man who had so brashly approached him like they'd met on a morning stroll.
With eyes shooting poison at the man, he straightening just slightly, he didn't seem like much of a threat, but it was hard to tell, he did have an axe, though- it was certainly an antique he thought, where -was- he?
"I'm with the Alliance, Gunnery Chief Monnrow, tell me where I am." He added quickly, feigning politeness, but the words came rehearsed and clear as much of a demand as ever.
