Reece caught the glare from the young girl. He just scoffed at her, if looks could kill he would've been dead years ago. Glares were a common affair in the life of Mr. Davies. People all around him were always giving them, jealousy mostly. The poor envied his wealth, the stupid envied his cleverness and the smart and wealthy envied his good looks. It couldn't be denied, he really was the total package. Reece was aware of that, and tried to remind himself that common folk were simply not use to being around perfection. "Really, first class? Huh, I never would of guessed." Must of been one of those sweepstakes things, he figured. Occasionally common folk would win contests and get to taste the life of the important-class. Reece just shrugged at her refusal of the water, "Fine, die of dehydration. More for me." He was about to answer her question when she ran off. She helped the banshee of to the side of everyone and immediately darted back. Reece just gave her a look of annoyance, "I already told you my name. Did you lose your hearing in the crash or something?" 

Struggling to stand back up, he gathered the blanket and shuffled his way over to the banshee. He was wearing a fine suit and looked vaguely familiar. Like Reece had seen him in a magazine or something. He laid the blanket down next to the injured man. "You look like someone worth knowing," Reece said as he situated himself onto the blanket, handing the remnants of the water to him. Then he turned to where the girl sat and gestured her over, "Everyone else here seems to have made their own little groups. Why shouldn't we?" He spoke smugly, "You might not look like much, kiddo. But you've got attitude, and attitude's what'll get you off this stinkhole." He pointed at himself before continuing, "Attitude, and connections."