[He's tense as she trots off, and he keeps looking over his shoulder like there might be more of those guys coming now that they've split up - sneaking up behind him, or going for her while she's not looking. It's not unusual though, to be this vigilant - again, the problem was he wasn't expecting to have to be all the way up here.
Quickly digging through the bike's saddlebags and checking the tires and connections all suggest the bike is fine, and when she returns, he's sitting on it, ready and waiting.]
Yeah, I don't think they had time to fuck with anything. Did you find my knife? Or my gun?
[The latter he's not especially hopeful about. But maybe they'd left it, since they had their own on them. He's just not looking forward to having to replace all his weapons every couple months. It keeps happening.
He pulls on his jacket and stomps his feet down into his shoes, and backs out of the lot to get them on the road out of town. For the moment, that's the most important thing.]
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Quickly digging through the bike's saddlebags and checking the tires and connections all suggest the bike is fine, and when she returns, he's sitting on it, ready and waiting.]
Yeah, I don't think they had time to fuck with anything. Did you find my knife? Or my gun?
[The latter he's not especially hopeful about. But maybe they'd left it, since they had their own on them. He's just not looking forward to having to replace all his weapons every couple months. It keeps happening.
He pulls on his jacket and stomps his feet down into his shoes, and backs out of the lot to get them on the road out of town. For the moment, that's the most important thing.]