[ Logan blinks once. She just got here? That was one hell of a detour, then.
Jesus. Alright. He glances between her, the store, the lights that cast a permanent halo around the city's grime. Despite the late hour, it's not quiet. Not as busy as during the day, but there are people on the streets, some wasted jackass shouting from a rooftop somewhere. The rumble of too many engines.
He prefers his quiet. But he's spent enough time drifting through cities, too. ]
Cheap hotels are east. Shopping's out west. And whatever's over the gates north, I don't know. [ When he's better settled, he'll check it out. See if it's really all they say it is or if there's more to it. He studies her for a second longer. His brows wrinkle.
Ah, fuck it. ]
C'mon. You're gonna need some stuff. Those rooms haven't got shit in them.
[ Store's open 24/7 for a reason. Logan tugs on the door, pauses when it won't budge, and then pushes it in instead. The overhead bell chimes. The clerk behind the counter ignores them. Fine by him. The shelves are no different from anywhere else in this place, a mishmash of items that must've been looted outside the city. Or maybe from inside the city. Who the hell knows? Somebody's made a bit of effort to clean off the bottles, at least, but he can still glimpse the mud and dirt on some of them.
From the back of a shelf, he digs out a semi-squished tube of toothpaste. He offers it to her. Hey, she's gotta get started somewhere. ]
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Jesus. Alright. He glances between her, the store, the lights that cast a permanent halo around the city's grime. Despite the late hour, it's not quiet. Not as busy as during the day, but there are people on the streets, some wasted jackass shouting from a rooftop somewhere. The rumble of too many engines.
He prefers his quiet. But he's spent enough time drifting through cities, too. ]
Cheap hotels are east. Shopping's out west. And whatever's over the gates north, I don't know. [ When he's better settled, he'll check it out. See if it's really all they say it is or if there's more to it. He studies her for a second longer. His brows wrinkle.
Ah, fuck it. ]
C'mon. You're gonna need some stuff. Those rooms haven't got shit in them.
[ Store's open 24/7 for a reason. Logan tugs on the door, pauses when it won't budge, and then pushes it in instead. The overhead bell chimes. The clerk behind the counter ignores them. Fine by him. The shelves are no different from anywhere else in this place, a mishmash of items that must've been looted outside the city. Or maybe from inside the city. Who the hell knows? Somebody's made a bit of effort to clean off the bottles, at least, but he can still glimpse the mud and dirt on some of them.
From the back of a shelf, he digs out a semi-squished tube of toothpaste. He offers it to her. Hey, she's gotta get started somewhere. ]