Graverobber let out an audible sigh as he squinted, looking once more at the sun.
This was problematic. He didn't personally care where he was as long as he could survive, but he wasn't sure about Shilo. With all the trouble she'd gotten in, it was a miracle she wasn't dead or hopped up on Z like most of his clientele.
Then again, Graverobber had also saved her and escorted her home on a few occasions. Riding the back of a dumpster... how gallant.
He looked over at Shilo, pursing his lips ever so slightly before beginning to whistle one of Blind Mag's songs as he thought.
"We'll fine somewhere to get out of this sun," he personally didn't like it, "and set up temporary house." You had to adapt easily, after all, if you were in the streets. And if there was one thing that never changed about anything, it was that people were addicts and would do anything for their drug of choice.
His eyes wandered to a graveyard and he wondered if he could still extract Zydrate from corpses here. If Geneco didn't exist here than Zydrate didn't, and that meant he had an entire drug market all to himself...