Redsand Canyon I will not leave France without her.

Big fellow comes now, and Kendrick's gaze shifts away from the female and towards the dude, who he now assumes is head honcho. Good afternoon, Mista'. The name's Ken, an' I'm lookin' for a place to lay my head while I heal up from this shit. He turns again, as he had for the woman, a little demonstration of the burn scars that trailed down his shoulder and across his ribs. Back to facing forward, awkward grin. I'm no roach, guarantee it, so I can help whereva' you need me.