[Roy perhaps seems a bit uneasy when he takes a seat nearby for a moment, until the man introduces himself. Then it's a struggle not to laugh, his lips remaining so straight that it's obviously forced and his eyes betraying his amusement.

God, the people you meet here.]

Oh, well...that's quite a title there, guy.

[After a moment Roy pulls a knife from the inside pocket of his jacket and grabs a large piece of wood. He starts cutting off excess leaves and small branches from the wood, wanting to get started on his shelter. And quite possibly wanting to let this guy know that his protection doesn't just stop at a gun. Even as he works he's all too aware of his surroundings. It was more about appearing casual.]

Pretty ballsy goin' around announcin' the fact that you're a thief, ain't it?

[That gun indeed just sits in its holster, and all Roy can think is that he really hopes he doesn't have to use it.]