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[ A flat stare.
He slides his pack off his back, touches the spot where he used duct tape to patch a hole, and glances up again.
Whatever he sees doesn't satisfy him.
No duct tape? Really? He's going into a survival situation without duct tape? He certainly has everything else.
He gives a resigned sigh, and hauls the pack back up again. ]
He slides his pack off his back, touches the spot where he used duct tape to patch a hole, and glances up again.
Whatever he sees doesn't satisfy him.
No duct tape? Really? He's going into a survival situation without duct tape? He certainly has everything else.
He gives a resigned sigh, and hauls the pack back up again. ]

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He lets the pack slide back down to the ground, steps up, holds out a hand for a handshake. As though he were introducing himself.]
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He crouches down to her level, and his eyes are intelligent and focused on her. He doesn't recognize her, but there's a bit of resemblance to -- well, there is. Something around the nose. It makes the bottom of his heart ache.]
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