Dusty snorted and opened the center console to set the bottle of jack like an oversize cupholder.<br/><br/>"I know da place. Why you pick dat? If I didn't love da wata so much, I would be set up in some mansion somewhere." Dusty understood the swamp. It provided him with everything he needed, but some brick building in the city, considering what the locals were like, didn't make all that much sense to him. It didn't make much sense to anyone living alone, without a gun or any real mode of defense that he could tell.<br/><br/>"You live alone?" he wondered, realizing after he'd said it that probably sounded creepy coming from him. He was used to people being uneasy around him, even prior to the collapse. Dusty laughed, like he was catching onto a joke, nodding approval at the young man.<br/><br/>"You probably don't live dere really. Smart not to say. I drop you where you like." He didn't take offense to that idea either, only really commending the man for being leery. He was a decorated stranger with a foul reputation and a gun, so it made perfect sense. His rolling through Canal Street wouldn't go unnoticed but no one would bother him. Dusty had been in a good mood and it would be a shame if someone tried to spoil it. Always ready for a fight, it didn't take much to put him in the mood for one. He kept a vigilant eye out.<br/><br/>"You don't look like you made for out here," he commented. The young man looked like a city boy. Not some coonass like him, nor a buzzard left to pick the bones of New Orleans clean. Almost everything else had been sensible enough to leave, or at least take a quieter living on the outskirts. Dusty rolled to a stop in front of the old brick building. His lips pulled down into a frown, taking in the dark outline. Was he disappointed that was the end of it? They'd part and no sooner be strangers again. His arm had congealed and crusted over in the time it had taken them to drive back into town, already forgotten. It would be another hour at least out to where he'd left his boat. Longer if someone made the unwise decision to follow him.