[i]'Yet you get your information from men in strange cloaks who you don't know," Treyman jested, as he slowly approached Splash. He stopped a few feet from her, still within arms reach if anything were to go down but far enough that he could draw a revolver. He had no murderous or even remotely harmful intent, though he lived the life of a soldier for too long to simply not cover all his bases near a stranger. "I'm Treyman, most call me Jack." [/i]