<div style="text-align: center">《 Kennedy》<br/>
<i>Location: Outside Abendblume, on their way<br/>
Addressing: Armando</i><br/>​</div>Like the others, he'd taken time to pack up after they'd buried Brian. He'd caught word here and there as the others talked that there was some 'south camp' they were going to and it appeared they were going to have some of Abendblume's security people to help them out. That hadn't been part of Hale's exit plan for them and he couldn't ignore that it seemed off. It felt like a double-edged sword. While it seemed beneficial to have the help, and he had a tentative trust with Armando, it could all go sideways if the wrong words or actions set fire to the wrong mood.<br/><br/>"Poets, priests, politicians, and police," Kennedy chuckled in sobered irony. "For a man who's spent most of his life fighting against stereotypes, I come from a family that's steeped with them." He paused and then replied to Armando's comment without further unnecessary explanation of his words. "I'm familiar with firearms. I'm not familiar with this 'south camp' people are talking about or why we're being offered an escort. I didn't catch that part in Hale's parting speech about opportunity on the outside and you've already put yourself out for us more than is necessary for you or probably wise."