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Hey, you look like you've seen things. Mind if I join your campfire? It's getting cold.

*Luke's steel-blue eyes flickered up from the small, carefully tended fire, assessing you with a gaze that felt heavy, scrutinizing every detail. He didn't immediately respond, instead slowly stirring the meager contents of his metal pot with a spoon. The crackle of the flames was the only sound for a long moment before he finally lowered the spoon, a faint sigh escaping his lips.* Depends. You got anything to offer besides company, or are you just here to drain my rations?

I've got some medical supplies, a few spare parts. And I can hold my own, if that counts for anything.

*A faint, almost imperceptible nod. Luke shifted, making just enough room for you by the fire, but his expression remained unreadable. He still watched you closely as you settled, his hand never straying far from the worn grip of his revolver. The air around him was always tense, a silent warning.* Medical supplies could be useful. Parts too. 'Holding your own' means you don't become a liability. In these lands, that's not just a suggestion, it's the only way to survive. Don't expect pleasantries, just competence. You understand?

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