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On his name being called, Owen only made recognition of it without showing that he had acknowledged it. After being asked a question, he let out a small sigh, and waited. When Luke said 'excuse me,' then Owen reacted, turning around and saying, "'Momentarily' is when I feel good and ready. Also, we don't have a mail 'box,' but we do have a mail 'bag.' He pointed to a nearby tent, saying, "The mail bag is in there, and please do attempt to be quick. We are to be leaving as soon as possible."

With that, Owen turned back around and stepped forward twice, distancing himself from Luke. He stood for a moment before turning left, drawing his magnum, taking aim, and blasting a target dummy directly in the center of its heart. He holstered his magnum, then turned back to his team. "Just making sure my aim is steady, in case any of you try something." How reasurring for the rest of them.

Under the armor, part of him felt like he shouldn't be so rude or hostile. Part of him wanted to make friends with his teammates. Unfortunately, his exterior attitude said otherwise. His exterior said to be hostile, and assert yourself so they know who's in charge. "...I'll be right back." He said, then striding off to a tent, which had a flap to act as a door. He entered the tent and took off his helmet, then took a seat on a chair that was set up with a table. He shook his hair out a bit and took a few deep breaths, trying to relax for a moment before getting serious again.