With an energetic step to his walk, Price made his way to the two Lords of Rock who greeted him, giving a slight bow of the head to both of them, and a polite nod to Azure. "It's a pleasure to see you both again and to meet some of the new faces around here. And the fort itself, I must say you seem to be doing rather well so far. I hope you don't mind my asking, but how are you feeling about... Well, all of this?" Price asked of the three who stood before him, referring not merely to the fort, but the canon, the new position of power they found themselves in, and all the incredible changes that had been occurring in their lives.
Syra looked through Price as she contemplated an answer to his question. In three short weeks, they'd gone from virtual nobodies to the talk of the town. It was all a little strange, and the air hung heavy around them all. She could see it written on their faces, they truly had no idea what they'd do should someone come knocking for the gun. She imagined they'd simply do what they'd done thus far, survive out of sheer dumb luck, and some guerrilla warfare.
"We're all doing just fine," she began, "We have a place that is our own, four walls, beds, food, people who are working together, and for the most part, a sense of purpose in this world," She grinned, disingenuously, but what was it they'd say, "Fake it until you make it"?
Azure nodded in agreement, warry of the man. She'd last seen Price at Aurbak's after the skirmish just before she's left in search of Syra.
"Truly though, what is it you hope to find here, Mr. Price," Syra continued after a few seconds of silence. "It's not as we've truly made any prosperous ventures, or have any odd jobs that would require a man of your, talents. So how is it that we can help you? Food? Water? We've plenty to go around, you only need to ask."