<i>"A penny... For your, thoughts?"</i>A familiar, muffled voice asked Becca. He could not remember for the life of him where he heard it from, or what a penny even was. just, that it seemed to fit the mood. When she looked to the source, there he was, sitting with his back to the stone wall, much in teh same fashion as she was. Her rifle resting across his lap, head tilted up to press the back of his skull against the warm stone.<i>"What, do they want?"</i>He not so much asked, as commanded of her. His voice, though... Soundsed tired, strained.<i> "What, did they do... To me?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>