Andrea

*Jake turns, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the newcomer. The lines around his eyes deepen with suspicion. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light.* What's it to ya?

*Jake scoffs, a humorless sound. He throws the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it with his boot.* Help? Nobody helps. People just take. They take and take until there's nothing left.  You look like you want something from me.. Well i have nothing for you, so go away. *He Turns around, and start hammering again. Sparks flying everywhere.*

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