[It was the file much more than the beer that he cared about, and it was that he watched as he followed her, taking a seat first. He saw no reason to stand on courtesy and etiquette with this woman; she was his jailer, not his equal. Not even a mutant. There would be no pulled out chairs from him.]
And finally we are here, [he says dryly, holding out his hand - presumably for the beer.]
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And finally we are here, [he says dryly, holding out his hand - presumably for the beer.]