Through the cloudy windows of the aging autoshop, the silhouette of an older truck drifted by, proving to soon turn in to the gravel lot that made up the parking area. Off the pavement as it was, the faded camper's green paint and white hardtop was nothing out of place for the region or the people; most took pride in this in an era where a single loan was a nearly unobtainable goal. Accounting for this, it spurred little attention, as did its driver who stepped out from its open door. The man himself, tall and fairly built with rough and dark, short kept facial hair, could pass for any local to the uninitiated, but he certainly was not. There were plenty who came through the town even these days and outsiders were just something one from Jennings was accustomed to.

He spent little time outside in the overcast, adjusting his rolled sleeves and kneeling to secure one of his boots, but soon approached the shop itself. The worn drab ballcap he wore was a dead giveaway that he wasn't any of the regular wanderers one would get; certainly no hunter, no logger and no city folk. It wasn't ominous, just... odd.

Hand to the door, not more than a minute or two behind Chris and Piper, he proved to invite himself in to the office. The garage however, started to life - if one could call it that - as work resumed. The other mechanics likely hadn't ignored the aggravated man or his introduction to Piper; probably a conversation that would keep them snickering in private throughout their day today. The stranger meanwhile seemed content to stand off to the side, just out of reach of the taller man who seemed to emit an aura of frustration; in a town this calm and bored, it could be felt just as the fog could. 

Doing little more than crossing his arms, his eyes presumably watched Piper as she wrote, concealed by sunglasses.

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