He couldn’t shake the felling the other fella was around still. His back was turned, arms draped over the edge of the truck bed as he worked on pulling a few items out of it. If he wasn’t going to actually change the oil, he might as well look like he was gonna do it. Loitering in general looked suspicious enough as it was. Keep your head down, keep quiet, and keep going. He was hoping this would just blow over. Firearms and gas stations were never on his high list of favorite situations. 

Adam didn’t flinch as the other spoke. He looked over his shoulder and tried not to wear the most expression he could muster. His hand wrapped around one of the oil containers he had brought for the trip. The image of smacking the guy in the head with it sprang to mind…too sloppy though. He tossed the item back and forth slowly between his hands. 
“I got a minute. What ya need?”

_{ironically, there were many things he needed, but none of them were here nor there. if he was being honest with himself, maybe ky’lar should have kept himself far away —- took a distraction of a deal rather than coming here. as it stood, every fiber of his being was telling him that something was wrong; it could have just been off, but he couldn’t place his finger on it.} 

_{not truly at any rate as the demon took in a controlled breath and let it out slowly,} 

❝ i’m lookin’ for someone. ❞ he slipped easily back into his accent: not out of necessity, but it was easier to do so when he got uncomfortable or didn’t know everything about the situation, 

❝ seen anythin’ weird ‘round here? ❞