[Sometimes, being a Ranger meant patrols aboveground. It's a job nobody truly wants. Demons roamed the skies, as did packs of Nosalis. If neither of those got you, the cold and radiation would. There had to be something worth scavenging for... or worth hunting down.
Guy readjusts the filter on his mask, his breathing heavy and stilted as he keeps an eye on his surroundings. All this open space makes him uneasy. Years of living down in the Metro has enforced the concept that tunnels and walls were "good" -- without them one was exposed to danger.
From the corner of his eye he spots movement. Guy startles, finger already hovering over the trigger when he realizes that, thank god, it's just another human being. And a familiar one, at that.]
... still at it are you, Kyrie?
[The exasperation comes through, even with the filter muffling his voice.]
Ordinary citizens like you should be keeping their noses out of trouble.
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Guy readjusts the filter on his mask, his breathing heavy and stilted as he keeps an eye on his surroundings. All this open space makes him uneasy. Years of living down in the Metro has enforced the concept that tunnels and walls were "good" -- without them one was exposed to danger.
From the corner of his eye he spots movement. Guy startles, finger already hovering over the trigger when he realizes that, thank god, it's just another human being. And a familiar one, at that.]
... still at it are you, Kyrie?
[The exasperation comes through, even with the filter muffling his voice.]
Ordinary citizens like you should be keeping their noses out of trouble.