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"Uh yeha, I am all for hospitality, but it's smart for us to be a little cautious." Jacob tossed the pillow and blankets on the bed. He had started to remove his boots. Just because he was still a bit wary of their hosts didn't mean that he couldn't get comfortable. He looked up just as Leslie came in to announce the bath was ready. Jacob figured that water was a pretty expensive commodity. If they were going to let them go without any issue, Ash and Jacob still owed them a huge favor. They were in debt – something he hated. Some part of him was still a bit curious about this gang and what went on within city limits. It appeared the mall they were working toward was straight ahead, the same direction they were going in. They didn't have to stay long, but Jacob at least wanted to check things out. He'd hope they might even be able to score some gas – though that had to be reserved or extremely costly.<br/>
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"What?" Jacob's brows dented toward the middle of his forehead in brief confusion until the last few seconds audited in his mind. "No fair! Guess I have to be a gentleman about it anyways." He watched as Ash skirted off and he was surprised by the slight bit of anxiety in her absence. At least it wasn't quiet. The good thing about the house was that the walls were thin and with the spaces between the floorboards, he could hear what was going on downstairs. He'd be more concerned if it suddenly fell silent. There was a hazy scent of seasoning in the air, but Jacob doubted they'd be eating any meat – at this point he wasn't at all picky.<br/>
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He'd made the bed, glad the sheets seemed at least clean enough. They smelled dusty though, like they'd been tucked away on the top shelf of a closet. He tossed the pillow against the flimsy headrest which was actually just a slab of wood held against the wall by a few cinder blocks. Jacob was eager to take a bath. He hadn't properly cleaned himself in a while and the moist towelettes weren't cutting it. He removed his jacket, tossing it on the back of an old cedarwood chair pushed into a desk. His shirt came next. Jacob turned toward the standing mirror – it was made of cheap plastic, and because it was peeling, he could barely see anything. His scars seemed fine and he'd no bad injuries despite the attack and the shootout.<br/>
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He pulled out the map, penciling off a few notes of where they were at. Going back the way they came didn't make sense, but Jacob wasn't even sure what lied on the other side. What if they were hassled? They weren't necessarily out of the blue just yet.<br/>
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