He frowned at it. The skull was basic, just the upper half without a jawbone. It danced along the edge of his cognition, a memory he barely knew he had. He must have seen it before somewhere. He looked up when she stepped in close and instinctively inched back, placing space between them as he set the sketch down. He felt her look at him but kept his eyes down, still trying to recall through the abrupt distraction her proximity had created. "I have, but I don't know where," he murmured. His hands settled on his hips and he nodded. "May as well spread the word. Not many of them are going to be willing to trust me, I'll bet, but I'm willing to work to earn it."<br/><br/>He glanced up at her and cleared his throat a little. "Central is kept secret for a reason. We store weapons and food there--and not the makeshift weapons that raiders make due with. Weapons like my rifle, my hatchet. Weapons that could do a lot of damage in the wrong hands. Every Strider who's come to it has been carefully vetted by me and a couple of others I can trust. Gregor, just as an example, never would have been shown its location, much less told about it." He glanced around again at all the maps and information on display and nodded. "I'll go back now and finish organizing what I have to supplement what you have. God, some more space would be great. I'm guessing there's a reason you've kept this place ramshackle, though. To keep people from snooping. Maybe I'll expand mine, scrap can't be that hard to come across locally..."