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Marcus watches her, kicking a butter knife away. "Take what you want. Anything else?"
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Alyssa fastens the scabbard to her belt on her right hip, standing and looking at Shaun. ”I've got everything I need. You?”
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Shaun studies the shotgun and glances up at her. "Food? Or.. Water? Or anything like that?"
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Alyssa shrugs and looks at Marcus, idly playing with the hilt of the knife. ”What do you have?”
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Marcus goes over to a table covered in cans and bottles. "There's food and water here, and it looks like there's old flavored drinks. Beans, corn, a whole mess o' meat things."
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