"Heh. Yeah, I know that feeling," he said. "Not too fond of crowds myself. I'm from a pretty small town, and even then I spend most of the time in the woods, so, yeah, don't do crowds much." He glanced at her. She didn't really look like the don't-like-crowds-hang-in-the-woods types. That type usually looked more like him.
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Most of them do, least in my experience," he said. "We got good folks in the Monongahela Forest." Less now, since the Dannimal died... He felt a flash of guilt at that. Rick Dannon had been killed before they'd even known that an Abomination had arrived.