[ Smart response. Someone who didn't know any better probably wouldn't be able to clock the effort to suss out more information. It becomes a little bit of a game of chicken, after a certain point. Who knows what. What entities a man works for. Whether he enjoys killing people for sport.
That sort of thing. ]
Mojave Wasteland.
[ The capital. Len's never been that far, but in fairness, few people in the southwestern territories probably have. Usually the only folks crossing the former contiguous United States are folks who don't have to walk, and they're typically not welcome in his little stretch of Heaven. The scrutiny with which he pinpoints the man subsides into a cheeky grin.]
East-coaster, huh? Heard it gets colder than a witch's tit out there.
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That sort of thing. ]
Mojave Wasteland.
[ The capital. Len's never been that far, but in fairness, few people in the southwestern territories probably have. Usually the only folks crossing the former contiguous United States are folks who don't have to walk, and they're typically not welcome in his little stretch of Heaven. The scrutiny with which he pinpoints the man subsides into a cheeky grin.]
East-coaster, huh? Heard it gets colder than a witch's tit out there.