[ Running from shit weather isn't really his style, but there's something about those storms that makes him uneasy. It's not weather the way he knows it. Last time through the Midway hub he didn't mind the lack of shelter so much-- they'd been cooped up so long on the ship-- but right about now even a fallen building would be welcome.
When things seem to have cleared up he roams a little further from the main group, looking for-- well, anything; shelter or food or threats-- but instead finds a stranger. Not quite sure whether she's friend or foe, he's cautious in approaching, his knife in hand. ]
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When things seem to have cleared up he roams a little further from the main group, looking for-- well, anything; shelter or food or threats-- but instead finds a stranger. Not quite sure whether she's friend or foe, he's cautious in approaching, his knife in hand. ]
Hey. You alright?