...: Some Nobody from Wyoming. Says he knows how to live in the wilderness, but i'm not entirely sure i'd trust him to butcher meat to eat.
He's...polite. I'll give him that. He says that its 1942 but stars knows what constitutes a year for humans.
When I asked what he did for fun, it was like pulling fucking nails. I wouldn't give a fuck usually but considering that i've attached myself to him, i asked. Books, all that fucking fuss for a bookworm. I asked what he'd read recently and he told me to mind my business...dickhead.
I may or may not have checked his pockets. All he's got is some necklace and a little book I cant read.