Kennedy<br/>With: Group<br/>Addressing: Miles<br/><br/>Kennedy was relieved to get the questions he had from the older man.  The subtle surprise that crossed his weathered features hinted at surprise, a surprise that made Kennedy comfortable that the man wasn't some kind of enemy of the salty old lady. A light chuckle broke softly through his grief.<br/><br/>"As much as she regards anyone as a friend.  I'm pretty sure Rookie liked me better," he referenced the retired military dog that accompanied Carla wherever she went. "We worked together on a community planting project when she came to winter at Abendblume and the last time I saw her was this morning at breakfast. I don't know if she was on Hale's list or not, so I  don't know if she's still there,  but she was throwing some serious shade at his little shitty announcement."<br/><br/>Another man in the group spoke up. He had a pleasant face and seemed nice,  offering possible solutions to thier immediate problem. Yet, another one chimed in with a more negative outlook and a squabble of words broke out. At the very least the two men were friends, by thier resemblence, possibly family. It was beginning to look like these strangers weren't all part of the same group; maybe different parts of the Network? Kennedy was intrigued  and looked back to the older man to get a read on all the unknowns that were emerging.