(( Ooo, neat! I'm in North Idaho, right on the Idaho side of the Washington border. Boise native, though. ))
"Reavers aren't exactly sane, are they?" Wash said, running a hand over the front of his flight suit again. Still no gaping hole. Weird.
"You don't say?" He looked back at the stranger. "Strange things in a city that's not supposed to exist? Alright, fine, say everything you've told me is true, am I stuck here? What do I do now?"