((Maaaan, you've got my guy all wrong. Desmond's mother might have taught Brody these things though. ))
The older of the two young men waited a moment, as though expecting Brody to finish, but maybe the boy felt it was rude. Maybe he should have felt that way too, being the wealthy young man he was, but he wasn't wired like most snooty rich kids seemed to be. He gave one of those fancy little bows, lowering his head slightly as he did. "Cale. Desmond Cale, but you can call me what you desire", he said as he stood straight again, smirking faintly, "It is, after all, my intent to be just that. "
"But I seem to be getting ahead of myself, and I apologize for that", he said, giving one girl a smile and a slight nod before turning to face the one who had questioned him. He couldn't help himself from pausing to seek out the woman's eyes, keeping his little smile as he spoke, "We are indeed new recruits, here to stay for quite some time I would hope, considering the company we're presented with. "
"I'm sorry if the noise disturbed you. We did run into a bit of trouble on the way here", he explained. Desmond's smile faded when he thought back to her other question, about his shooting. Normally, he'd have played modest anyway, but this time he meant what he said, "I wouldn't call myself the best.. Perhaps better than some, but I could definitely stand for improvement. " He was the best shot on the block where he came from, he usually told himself, but today made him feel otherwise. In his mind, the wolf he fired at not long ago should have had a hole in its head. He'd only hit the thing's leg. The young man paused for a moment, then shook his head a little before replacing his smile, "My friend here, on the other hand.. Many times I'm under the impression that he shares in my heroic blood. I'd wager he could take a Hobbe's head from a mile off with either one of his pistols", he said, placing a hand on Brody's shoulder.