— Those are Andressa and Marcos — Mung replied, gesturing briefly to the pair waiting, leaning against a car with the engine already running.
Andressa had short hair, shaved on the side. Marcos, on the other hand, was a mountain of a man. Bald, with arms that looked like tree trunks crossed over his chest, and a gaze that seemed to analyze the soul of anyone who approached.
— This is my team — Mung completed, stopping in front of them. — This is Salin. You know who he is, so I'll skip formal introductions.
Marcos just nodded. Andressa, however, raised her gaze. Her eyes swept Salin from top to bottom, stopping at the weapon he carried naturally.
— The "Man of the House" — she remarked, with a tone that hovered between forced respect and mockery. — We heard you were ex-military. Hope you haven't gotten rusty looking after the house.
Salin held her gaze.
— Rust comes off with oil and gunpowder — Salin replied dryly. — And my name is Salin.
