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She in her own way accused him of being a vagrant and he shook his head "Ex Cop actually." He made a small motion akin to a bow "At your service" He stepped back to his cart which was filled with a few items and sighed a little "Tell me what you used to be Storm. I'm thinking a poet." He looked up just in time to see her shake her head and she asked where he lived. "I've got a home in walking distance from here. I have been staying there. Its a mess." For some reason old world habits came into play and he apologized for the state of his home despite the world's troubles.

He continued to push his cart a little and whistled to the dog, "Shall we grab some provisions and head out then?" He looked over his shoulder but didn't stop walking. He would let her catch up if she wanted to.