There was a click as the front door opened and then a sharp tap as the door was opened with the toe of a shoe. As the door opened the sunlight from behind put a rather effecient silhouette around the newcomer. He was about 5'10", wore a wide brimmed fedora, and wore a trench coat that stopped just an inch above his ankles. The coat was pulled aside as he obviously had his hands in his pockets. As he stepped inside and used his heel to ease the door closed he became easier to see. He had was clean shaven and with dark hard obviously trying to grow in which matched the hair peeking from under the edge of his hat. He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt, and black slacks as well. One would think with such a thought out appearance the man would be wearing some decent shoes...
Nope, because as he walked in there was the dull thud of combat boots instead. He turned his head and quickly noticed where Sarah was sitting and a coy smile spread across his face as he approached. One hand reached up to grab his hat abd put it on his chest as he bowed and motioned with his other hand towards the chair opposite her, "Now a fine lady like yourself shouldn't be without company Ms. McFarlen. Mind if I take a seat?"
Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.
