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[takeusnorth]

There's a momentary chill in the air as the door opens. The entering figure is somewhat obscured for the moment by the large box of food and medical supplies he's grappling with

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[twoeyesonthesky]

"Need a hand there, mate?' says Quinn, looking up from half a cup of nearly-cold coffee. He sets the mug aside (around here he doubts it'll be stolen) and moves to lend assistance if it seems needful.

[takeusnorth]

That'd be great. Thanks."

He does an awkward sort of balancing move with his knee and manages to extend an arm for a handshake.

"Riley Denbo."

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn catches the hand and shakes it briefly; his fingers are calloused and rough as all hell. "Quinn Abercromby. There's a table over here to set that down on, this way..."

[takeusnorth]

There's a brief moment of recognition in his eyes, of someone else who's been living rough. He nods.

"Thanks. Damn bar shows up at the most inconvenient times."