For the second time, Warsman found himself blindsided by the man's response. He stared back for a moment in slightly baffled silence, trying to work out if the smile was genuine or not- but he couldn't detect any sarcasm in his voice, either. Even if he had the break had lasted long enough for his anger to subside again.

He hesitated, unsure of how to respond, then tried again. "... good. Though I am sorry I threw you off." He shot the man an uncertain, almost shy look, still trying to work him out even if his tone had settled back into something friendlier. "It's Warsman, by the way. In case we run into each other again. Do you come out here every night, or...?"