[Faith doesn't actually text back, but he reminded her that she did still need to talk ammo with him. Gun cleaning. All that stuff that has decidedly not been on her mind since-
Well, y'know, since.
So she's gonna go ahead and grab her new rifle- and also gather up her stockpile of ammo- various kinds, she wasn't picky about it, she figured he'd be good to sort it out- and head over to the shop he described in the message.
When she sees him, a few things are noticeable. First, that she's basically repurposed some empty cigarette cartons to hold the bullets, and in some cases the clips and magazines holding them, which she's now carrying with her. Second, and much more obvious- that she's no longer got the fur and the scorpion tail she had last time she saw him. Instead, she looks like a normal human, except pale, sunken, and vaguely corpse-like. She's also got a scarf tied tightly around her neck.
She does, however, crack a little bit of a smile when she sees him.]
Sup, Teach? Brought you some presents.
[She plops down the cartons full of bullets and bullet-adjacent accessories, none of which she kept track of or tried to label without guidance.]
Figure you can just keep whatever I'm not using, we'll call it even for the help.
[Aaaaaaction]
Well, y'know, since.
So she's gonna go ahead and grab her new rifle- and also gather up her stockpile of ammo- various kinds, she wasn't picky about it, she figured he'd be good to sort it out- and head over to the shop he described in the message.
When she sees him, a few things are noticeable. First, that she's basically repurposed some empty cigarette cartons to hold the bullets, and in some cases the clips and magazines holding them, which she's now carrying with her. Second, and much more obvious- that she's no longer got the fur and the scorpion tail she had last time she saw him. Instead, she looks like a normal human, except pale, sunken, and vaguely corpse-like. She's also got a scarf tied tightly around her neck.
She does, however, crack a little bit of a smile when she sees him.]
Sup, Teach? Brought you some presents.
[She plops down the cartons full of bullets and bullet-adjacent accessories, none of which she kept track of or tried to label without guidance.]
Figure you can just keep whatever I'm not using, we'll call it even for the help.