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[bass_line_blues]

Preston's - not fretting, exactly. Thinking, mostly, and scratching his newly-shaved chin absently as he sits in front of the Wasteland and watches people go by.

In the next day or so, he should go to Claire and tell her what he's decided. He wants to talk to a few more people first, though, if he can.

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[cheng_hu]

It's not quiet enough to hear Daniel's approach from very far away, even if Chicago is a one horse town. But you can see him! It's not clear if he's planning to stop at the Watsteland or not.

[bass_line_blues]

You can also smell him, if you're Preston (or anyone else of the semi-canine persuasion, for that matter).

Preston waits until he's sure Daniel's in eyeshot of him as well as vice versa, and then raises a hand in greeting.

[cheng_hu]

Daniel tips his hat in reply, a cliché on four legs. "Afternoon. You look..." He searches for an adjective and apparently finds them wanting.

"Something on your mind?"

[bass_line_blues]

"Couple of somethings," Preston says, squinting up.

"Going somewhere in particular?"