Yes, by the look of me, the army pants, the leather jewelry, the tactical watch, the belt knife, the jungle-ready canvas bag and the dark glasses, you may think I am just coming from securing a prehistoric archaeological dig and on my way to fight a zombie outbreak, I frown and walk like I mean business. I mean, you can tell I can assemble an AK47 with my eyes tied. 

I also carry a plushie octopus in the bag and hide behind books when perfectly polite people approach me to shake my hand. 

Like, seriously, don't talk to me. I prefer aloneness.