Afternoon was a good time. Mark seemed to have gotten used to the whole situation so Roger felt that he could go out and play his guitar and try to garner some money for himself. True, he could get a regular job, or just, not have one and focus on this whole apocalypse thing. How to help fight, or even how to get him and Mark home (Maureen could stay for all he cared. Well, no, he might bring her home, too... he wasn't that much of a jerk. Usually.) But playing music calmed Roger's nerves and well, he was waiting for the next bag of crazy to hit. And he was worried about how Mark would handle that. Yes, Mark was self sufficient, but this world? Well, Roger was still getting used to it, and now Mark would deal with even more crazy shit than he had to deal with at home.
Having gotten a few bucks, the displaced bohemian found his attention drawn down the street. There was a brunette and she looked troubled. Now, Roger wasn't the most caring of people. He stuck to himself and his group of friends and didn't venture out much anymore. The last time he had let someone in, well, he was still dealing with that. But with the reputation this place had? It could be someone who was displaced and well, they would need to get to the Complex.
Look at that. Roger caring for people he didn't know. The world might really be ending.
Shaking the doubt he carried about doing this, the Freddie look a like made his way to where the woman was currently grasping a wall and cleared his throat.
"Are you okay?" He was wary. But given that whole, HIV thing and not knowing for certain if she were physically ill or just freaking out? He needed to be careful.