Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[Rudo]

The girl's sharp hearing picks up the whole conversation from all the way across the room. She finishes the last bite of Liberty Sandwich, immediately orders another one with an extra large order of fries, sits next to the junker, and chows down. In between bites, she asks the junker: "Busy with *chomp* what?"

The Junker recoils a bit from the sight of the 'girl', no mean feat for a man of his hulking stature. His knowledge of what is good and right with society has clearly been knocked into orbit.

"...what've we got 'ere? You escape from the Moreau compound or what, dove?"

He cautiously takes another sip, eyes never leaving the strange sight.

"Well, young bluebird, ways I see it is this: That's a war waitin' 'ta happen. With wars comes a lot of scrap metals an' desperation. With desperation comes opportunities for the ones willin' ta seize it. Once they start hurtin' for metals an' materials, we'll establish our importance in the world an' get our due."

He takes another sip, shock wearing off somewhat. He pauses, thinking he might have talked a bit too much.

"...least that's the way I see it. But what do I know, I'm just a hatchet man."

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