[Booker is waiting out front with two pistols holstered under each of his arms and a shotgun strapped to his back. He doesn't know if she'll want to try the shotgun or not - from what he remembers she told him she was more interested in marksmanship than anything but ... well that memory is tinted with drinking and time and ho'boy this is going to be potentially very awkward.]
Hey.
[He stands with the kind of rigidness one would see in a soldier or someone who used to be one. He has extra mags and bullets and a flask in his back pocket. All in all, he's pretty well prepared himself.]
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Hey.
[He stands with the kind of rigidness one would see in a soldier or someone who used to be one. He has extra mags and bullets and a flask in his back pocket. All in all, he's pretty well prepared himself.]
It's.. Clover, right?