Kate smiled softly in return, and said reassuringly, "It's just a supply run. We'll be back before you know it." Hesitating briefly, she finally turned away and followed after Salem, who already had his plasma rifle in his grip. 
	





	The Rust Bucket served the town well as both a hotel, bar, and eatery, even if it was rundown with frequent leaks and a single waitress who was certainly in over her head about actually keeping this place clean. At the counter in one corner of the room, people had the option of purchasing a night in one of the rooms upstairs or being served their choice of poison, while at the tables, the waitress would come and serve actual food with the choice of either water or a soda. Leith, though he preferred to know exactly where his food came from and how it was prepared, had to admit that the food here wasn't too bad, even if his squirrel bits were a bit too charred.

	"Lover boy not going to show or something?" Leith inquired, finishing off his last bite of breakfast. He looked over at Basil, who sat on the opposite side of the table. Strangely, the kid hadn't even bothered to order anything, but he decided against questioning it this time; he was already taking risks asking the first question when Basil clearly wasn't in all that great of a mood. 

	"I'm not sure," Basil quietly said, not meeting Leith's eyes. Then again, that wasn't too strange for people; they often looked somewhere between his nose or at his forehead, since his eyes were, well, not too pretty, to say the least.