Woods: Patrick/Mary
[Shit. All right. He babbled at himself a few minutes, and dude seriously tried to convince himself this was bad news. He ended up leaving the Lookout within five minutes. He knew where the guides collected their young charges, and he walked there. It would've been quicker to take the Jeep, but he wanted the fresh air and relative chill that he hoped to acquire with each footstep. But, nah, dude was not chill by the time he stopped walking and looked around. He was in jeans and layered thermal with his tan Ranger shirt open overtop. His badge was on his belt, and his blond hair was flopped over his ears. He crossed his arms, and dude waited.]