Chalk listens to Duncan talk, his face remaining blank throughout the small speech. After a few moments of silence following Duncan's final sentence, he opens his mouth to speak. "Well now. That was a proper story, wasn't it?" Another small electric chuckle follows this declaration. "Now, I'm gonna be honest. That's a stretch. A real big one. Hell, I'm a bionic soldier made of stitched skin and half-fucked CBMs walking around in a cowboy duster, and that's crazy to me. Truth is, I don't really care. This world's pretty fucked, I bet anything could happen. So, truth or not, welcome aboard, I guess. Not like there's anywhere else for ya to go right now, I suppose."
Shrugging his shoulders, Chalk starts walking to the back of the RV, but turns back for another quick question. "Right. You got a name, pal?"