The Listkeeper is awakened from a good sleep by the sound of big boots kicking at the door. Grumbling, she makes her way to the peephole and opens it, to see the chest of a person. "'Bout time he showed up," she mumbles and opens the door. And there he stands, kinda towering over her, with that long, red-haired braid hangin' down his back, his teeth showing in a soot-faced grin.
"Was there ever any question? Shooting those fine Rugers and having flames coming out the ends of them, and stinking me out at the loading table with the stench of chicken farts? Couldn't sign you up without you asking, though. Yep, yer one of the
DIRTY RATS if there ever was one. Come on in, Linc, you're number 211! Welcome to the RATS Hole!"
She cranes her neck to try to look beyond him. "Where's Beth?"
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