It's funny, the way Paul can tell who's been here all along and who's new. The people that are new just look kind of alarmed and confused by them having knives out as though they're extensions of their arms and the people that are used to being in this kind of world have a look of understanding. Trust no one.
"Better than nothing if they're a dentist, better than gold if they're just using the office." Paul's voice has taken on the low and soft cadence it usually holds, adept at making sure no one will hear him but the person he wants to.
He's thinking the same thing. "Good borders," he mutters once, just loud enough for Daryl to hear. Then he's nodding his thanks, passing through the door.
Inside the office it's set up as a proper medical clinic instead - someone's opened up the half-wall for the waiting room and made it into a fully open area and there's a man at a desk with tattoos, a cigarette, and a crooked little smile on his face. "More newcomers?" he asks, lofting his eyebrows. Asian - Japanese - and pretty small, but looking sure of himself. "Before you ask, I'm not a dentist. I'm a surgeon."
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"Better than nothing if they're a dentist, better than gold if they're just using the office." Paul's voice has taken on the low and soft cadence it usually holds, adept at making sure no one will hear him but the person he wants to.
He's thinking the same thing. "Good borders," he mutters once, just loud enough for Daryl to hear. Then he's nodding his thanks, passing through the door.
Inside the office it's set up as a proper medical clinic instead - someone's opened up the half-wall for the waiting room and made it into a fully open area and there's a man at a desk with tattoos, a cigarette, and a crooked little smile on his face. "More newcomers?" he asks, lofting his eyebrows. Asian - Japanese - and pretty small, but looking sure of himself. "Before you ask, I'm not a dentist. I'm a surgeon."
Oh. Well that's one question down.