[b] Enrique-Outpost-Rhonda [/b]

Enrique sat upright in his bed his pistol aimed at the door, he let his pistol fall to his side and stood. Amanda still slept, so he made an effort to be quiet, he ran his hand through his hair and scratched where his beard would normally be but felt only tough skin, he moved his hand over his mouth and groomed his goatee down. He walked to the door and stood against the wall beside it, he slowly popped it open and noticed one of Myriahs compatriots, Rochelle or Rhonda or something. Enrique clicked in his mind that this was Rhonda and tucked his pistol into his pant line. He opened the door enough that he could stick his head out without letting too much sound get in. He looked around then back down at Rhonda, he gave a half hearted smile.

"Amanda is asleep, I can tell her what you need in the morning if you like, unless you're here to talk to me," his voice was calm and settling, he had every intention of appearing as a friend to this woman. He didn't know much about her, but he didn't know much about anyone really.