Yeah, not answers, so much. Every now and again Reno caught enough of what she was saying to be able to nod or shake his head, but that was about the best she was going to get out of him. He led her through the streets toward the train station, people kind of stopping to gape... mostly at the bloodied-up Turk. They weren't unheard of down here, but they didn't tend to look quite so roughed-up.
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Date: 2018-04-26 02:52 pm (UTC)