Kieran lifted his eyes up from his task briefly. He noticed the ill-tempered redhead from early was heading his way. He looked around, figuring she might have some other target. then she slumped down next to him and spoke: "Oi~ What'cha doin'?" the aroma of alcohol was carried on her breath. His hands kept busy with his task, shining the stone into pristine sharpness. Dried berries, bits of wood, stone, and feathers hung below the point of the spear, giving it a natural and festive adornment. "Every man should take great pride in his spear." he said to her, smirking at his innuendo.