"Them camping at the side of a road and hassling people passing by would imply that they're not exactly friendly. But..." Seb points a claw in Irving's direction. "...I like it more than speeding headlong at a wall of bullets in an unarmored vehicle. They may be more agreeable if we wave our authority around instead. Might be able to have a little chat, convince them to **** off without a fight."
He swept his paws down his torso sheepishly.
"However, I...may not be the best one to speak to them."
A weight settled in his chest as he was torn between the risk of being shot on sight himself, his thoughts drifting back to Mack's dealer, or having someone even more socially awkward speak to the Remnants.
"Right...anything else?"
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