Vulkan 707

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*Jillian doesn't respond, simply nods, and starts rolling another cigarette.*
*She looks over at Horus with distrust, she then keenly watches Iris and Hanna.*
*Jillian remains silent, and listens to the exchange.*

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*Jillian grits her teeth at the sight of Horus, and keep her hand firmly on the but of her gun.*
Jillian: I am Jillian of Gilead, servant of the white, and a true gunslinger. Who do you serve, speak true...
*Stares intently at Horus, not even bothering to look at Iris.*

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*Jillian frowns at the pairs conversation, hears the snap, and look's over at the figure.*
Jillian: Who goes there?
*Puts her hand on her pistol butt, and waits for a responses.*

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*Jillian goes off, and helps forage for berries.*
*She then stands with the group, yet looks slightly distracted from the surrounding area.*
//Always be alert...//
*Jillian nods to aCassandra.*
Jillian: That is good to know.
*She says that with absolutely no sarcasm.*

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Jillian: They were... from my land, a group of what we call slow mutants. They were once humans but we're corrupted by radiation... and other things.
*She seems a little uncomfortable talking about slow mutants, and visibly rubs her shivering shoulder.*
Jillian: I can handle them.. if they show up. *Turns to lecter.* Of course! Your company is most welcome.

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Jillian: Great!
*She gingerly gets up, and walks out the door.*
Jillian: You lead, I'll follow, sound good?
*Puffs on her cigarette for a time, then kills it.*

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*Jillian nods.*
Jillian: There are... many world from where I am from. I'm from a "human" world as well, though it is in mid world.
*She turns to Elmyra, and looks slightly nervous.*
Jillian: Maybe we can join you? Just in case... one of those creatures are out there.

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*Jillian smiles.*
Jillian: Well that is good, hopefully we can find out who originally owned this place..
*She sighs, pulls out her tobacco pouch, and rolls herself a cigarette. She rolls expertly, and her hands are almost a blur as she does rolls it up. When Jillian finishes, she lights it up, and puffs on the cigarette silently.*

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*Jillian seems more interested in the conversation, and misses the dog getting a second helping.*
Jillian: 2017? What world are you both from?
*She finishes her drink, and gets herself a second helping.*
Jillian: It seems I may have walked into a thinny... *Turns to Elmyra.* Strange. Well at least we have places to rest our heads.

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*Jillian looks over at Cassandra giving the dog brandy, and shrugs.*
Jillian: I'm sure she can drink a little, but not too much. Don't wanna hurt the little pup.