Re: quicklog: mary/dylan
She was pretty cool, yeah. [Mary smiled. The pain was still there, but for a moment it felt like a rock had been lifted off her chest.] I was supposed to follow after her, but when she died I think I got lost. Turned into my own kind of duck, I guess. [She shrugged, walking in silence for a few moments before looking up at him.] Thanks, Dylan. I really- you're not what I expected.
[They were at the stairs of the lookout now and she motioned for him to follow her up to the top. The actual lookout was small and cramped with the bare necessities. A bed, a box of food, a box of first aid, a bookcase crammed full, a table and a radio. She didn't have posters up since almost all the wall space was windows and the area that wasn't was a board with important information tacked on.] Welcome to my humble tower. Please feel free to go through the snacks and use the binoculars as much as you'd like.
[She sat on her bed, kicking her boots off and then tossing her hat onto the table nearby.]