Andrew smelled of [i]Old Spice[/i]. He'd yet to earn the stench of sweat. Andrew doesn't even smell of alcohol. He could feel the bottles in his pack, knowing he could fix that whenever he wanted. He grinned to himself at the thought. He would be totally fine with a good drink about now if it weren't for the need to find a guide. After all, he was in the Zone for a reason and he had no intentions of staying for long. He caught Gideon's glaze and assumed that Gideon had been Max. "You look like you get around. I was wondering if you could help me with something." He looked around the room again. "Wow, I'm attracting a lot of attention, aren't I?" he thought to himself. "Oh well, I have to start somewhere."
He pulled up a chair as he spoke, and strung his backpack o'er the back of it. He opened it to check if his camera was still intact, and it was there snug in it's spot on top of the few things he had. "I'd pay you for any inconvenience, of course."


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Im tired. I have to wake up in less than 3 hours for work. IM sick. IM leaving this post here. I will come back and edit it either after work or tomorrow. Blegh