"Yeah, of course I know. Not every masked maniac wants to be found out." David replied, smirking. "I don't mean anything by the maniac thing, before you get angry. Just...well, sane people don't fight bandits, do they?" He explained holding up his hands. No need to insult people, after all, and besides....if he was calling him a maniac for that reason, he was calling himself one! But, David figured you never knew in this world, fileld with crazies.<br/><br/>"And no need to worry about that, friend." He said, smiling at Harley. "We're a-okay with sykers around here. Hell, the owner of the local bar is one, and she's the most popular lady in town, for obvious reasons." He explained, chuckling. "I fully understand you worries, however. Some people think that if you're born with a power, you're more a freak than somebody with a nuke. Or hell, a normal gun. But, the way I figure, ether of the three could kill ya, so why judge a person off that? Right stupid, I think." He nodded. Some people would take any excuse to hate, sad as that was.<span style="font-style: italic">"But they try that in my town, and I'll GIVE them a reason to dislike me."</span><br/><br/>"Anyways, of course. Save my from doing work, and I'll buy you a drink. You saved me from handling those bandits. As for supplies, we got those. Got dried foods, got bottled water from a nearby source, and we also have tools and weapons, if that's what you're needing. Follow me, and I'll get all set up! We'll probably be able to get ya a discount, between running them off and my word."