Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
He relaxed when she invited him in, following her to the front room to sit in a nearby chair as she pinned her hair back. When she opened the drawer, he looked over the wares. He had a knife up one sleeve, and the gun he'd managed to get on the plane with him, at his ankle. That didn't mean he couldn't admire her collection, however.
"No, I'm fine, unless... Are there dogs in the area?" The gun he had, had silver bullets, but it was just a six-shooter- if there was a chance they would run into more, he'd need another.