[Though he doesn't say anything, 76 spends a long moment sizing up the new arrival. He pegs him as military almost immediately, but he supposes that mercenary or hired gun isn't necessarily out of the question. It's impossible to see through the visor, but his eyes travel from the rifle to the handgun, and finally to the man's face.
Probably military. Hopefully. At least he'll be in good company.
It takes him an additional moment to realize that there is something cold and wet touching his hand, and he's about ready to flip the heck out before he manages to understand that it's a dog. There's a dog here. Okay.]
Is this your dog?
[He says, like this could possibly be anyone else's dog.]
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Probably military. Hopefully. At least he'll be in good company.
It takes him an additional moment to realize that there is something cold and wet touching his hand, and he's about ready to flip the heck out before he manages to understand that it's a dog. There's a dog here. Okay.]
Is this your dog?
[He says, like this could possibly be anyone else's dog.]