[b]"Nah.. he looks clean. Well... you know what I mean...[/b] Marcus replied, lowering his weapon too. The kid's story made sense. Like everyone in the ruins of the old world, he had just been trying his best to survive.

[b]"That must suck for you, Lee. I'm Marcus.[/b] He added, taking Lee's hand and shaking it firmly once, but withdrawing quickly when he realized what the hand was covered in and wiped it on his trousers. [b]"Don't put that shirt back on, but shove it in a bag or something, we'll find somewhere to wash it. Meantime, I've got a spare t-shirt you can wear.[/b]

With that, Marcus holstered his revolver (or rather, he safetied it and stuck it down the back of his trousers) and then began rooting around in the bottom of his pack for the spare clothes he kept. Luckily, it looked like the boy was more-or-less the same size as him, so his clothes should fit okay.