[Salone]

Lev laughed, lowering his revolver. The laugh sounded odd, as if he wasn't used to doing it.

"I come from Tsavo. The more importantly, survived Tsavo. If it takes bullets, I can end it. I no mean boasting. But Tsavo is dangerous. Crazed men. Undead. I learned to kill things such as that before I held razor for shaving. You learn these things, or you die. I have yet to die. I do not want to participate in piss contest, but shield only blocks few assaults. I can protect, I can deal with inhuman. I can sew myself back together when need be. Have been burned on cross itself, I can survive anything"

He paused, alarmed at how much he had said. He usually tried to not be talkative, which was a basis for getting to know other human beings. He took in yet another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He was fighting for his meal, and the battle was being fought with his weakness of words.