Francis froze, staring at the gunslinger in surprise, unsure how to act upon the sudden re-encounter. He decided to force himself to relax: there wasn't any risk visible yet. But he'd keep an eye out since the gunslinger did threaten to shoot him when they parted ways.
Slouched over and with an unruly dark mess of bed hair, it would take a very perceptive person to see Francis as dangerous. His colorless orange eyes glinted with a faded glow of excitement. Unlike the woman, Francis didn't wear any flashy outfits. All he had were his garb from being on the Leaky Teacup. A comfortable tunic shirt and trousers were covered with a warm black overcoat. The only exceptionally flashy object were the two gloves that Francis wore: brilliant cyan blue, fingerless gloves with a crystal on the back of each.
When he realized the woman was waiting for either him or the vigilantes to speak, Francis plastered on a cheerful smile and said to her, "Sorry, it's just been a while since I saw someone on the road, I wanted to say hi. I hope I'm not ruining your day."
"And nice to see you peeps again," Francis acknowledged the vigilantes, unaware of Zack's decision to strangle him if he showed any sign of recognition. His eyes swept over the project the vigilantes were concocting. The human swordsman now had an axe at his feet, which Francis found intriguing.