As good as the freedom feels when you were used to none, learned quick that some responsibility comes with it. Laws agreed upon by the people, learning your limits before you become the town's crazy Spotchka Uncle. It's nice though. You're choosing to take on that responsibility.
I don't got much. Can read, write, good with machines, de facto sheriff for a few years back home. Sleep standing up but I don't think anyone's looking for that.
Good to meet you as well. Figure time goes fast as you find your feet, slower when you wonder if you'll ever be heading back?