[As Barrow rises from the bench with a few joints cracking, he lazily approaches the stranger and the cat. The latter falls onto its side, purring, and Barrow bends (with some difficulty) to pick it up with one hand and set it on his shoulder, where it fits without issue and seems to enjoy the new height.]
There. Problem solved.
[He extends his hand, and the cat begins to lick its paw contentedly from its perch.]
You a Rifter? You look, ah... well. A certain way. [Not From Round These Parts]
[one brow arches slightly-- there's no offense in his tone, though, remaining more or less neutral. he's well aware he doesn't fully blend in, but that's something to work on.]
Emet-Selch. A somewhat recent arrival, admittedly, but I wouldn't be surprised if that much is equally obvious.
[that comes with a slight incline of his head; were he not seated, it might be more of a half-bow.]
[The martial sort. Barrow smiles, but doesn't let the newcomer in on the joke, since it might make him nervous.]
Not rushing you off to the pitch just now, [he adds,] just letting you know it's open to you. You all... you got the lay of the land out here? When cats aren't weighing you down?
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[As Barrow rises from the bench with a few joints cracking, he lazily approaches the stranger and the cat. The latter falls onto its side, purring, and Barrow bends (with some difficulty) to pick it up with one hand and set it on his shoulder, where it fits without issue and seems to enjoy the new height.]
There. Problem solved.
[He extends his hand, and the cat begins to lick its paw contentedly from its perch.]
You a Rifter? You look, ah... well. A certain way. [Not From Round These Parts]
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[one brow arches slightly-- there's no offense in his tone, though, remaining more or less neutral. he's well aware he doesn't fully blend in, but that's something to work on.]
Emet-Selch. A somewhat recent arrival, admittedly, but I wouldn't be surprised if that much is equally obvious.
[that comes with a slight incline of his head; were he not seated, it might be more of a half-bow.]
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Name's Barrow. If you have need of any weapons training, it'll be between Jone and me.
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[a brief moment of consideration follows, before he continues.]
Well, I suppose we shall see. Some practice may not be the worst idea, as the means I normally prefer to rely on have become much less reliable here.
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Not rushing you off to the pitch just now, [he adds,] just letting you know it's open to you.
You all... you got the lay of the land out here? When cats aren't weighing you down?
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[most of his initial time was spent reading, largely by necessity, but he is quickly expanding his horizons here.]
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[Not one to overstay his welcome, Barrow gives a friendly little salute and makes as though to go, fluffy orange cat in tow.]
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[said lightly enough-- he's certainly not troubled enough by his presence to shoo him off.
but please feel free to take the cat for a while, thanks, may it not chase him down again. (it probably will.)]
I may well take you up on that offer of yours, later.