"Troubled?" Jove stepped away from the pillar and towards the mysterious stranger. "Aren't we all. I don't suppose your mind is in a state of peace, is it?" The blue eyes scanned the western-throwback in polite, unnoticeable scrutiny. "I suppose your from the west of the states. That have to do anything with it?" Jove pointed to his forehead in symbolism to the westerner's Soviet Star on his Ushanka.