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[[OOC: Yeah, I think there is. I'll try there. :) Haha, holy crap, it really pays to look over your characters once and a while. I just realized I put down that Erik has a limp... Let's just pretend that he's been limping the whole time. ;D ]]

"See ya," he said to Nan as they parted ways, him going with A-M and her N-Z. Once reaching his group, he quickly took note that he really didn't know anyone in A-M. He folded his arms and the Legal woman, not Marsha of course, instructed them to sit and informed she'd call them up in alphabetical order. She disappeared with a woman off into a corner, taking note of everything she said by carefully writing it down.

Erik sat uneasily, waiting for his turn. Finally, the woman called out "Erik Web?" and he stood up and limped off to the corner with her. She jotted some things down and then looked at him.

"Age?" she asked.

"Eighteen," he said, smirking. "Is this all really-"

"Job?" she said, cutting him off.

"Builder," he said.

"Any handicaps?" she asked. Was she blind?

"Yeah, limp," he choked out, trying not to laugh at her.

"Past jobs."

"None, I was too young for one before the war. Why does it matter?" She ignored his question and was about to continue, but he stopped her. "Right, sorry, only Legals get to ask the questions around here. I forgot."

For the first time, Erik watched as a Legal showed emotion. He huffed, looked both ways, and revealed a pistol that sat on her hip. "You know, sir, I'd prefer not to use this on you," she said, her anger telling him that she actually wouldn't mind pulling the trigger. "Any family members left?"

"I don't have any idea," Erik said.

"Marital status?"

"Now you're just being ridiculous!"

"I'll take that as a no," she said, scowling. She scribbled it down. "You are dismissed, now if you'd sit down until I'm finished with everyone else," she said, nodding back to the group. Frustratedly, Erik hobbled off and waited for everyone else to finish.