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Scott allowed himself to relax a little when the woman lowered her gun.  He decided to let himself fall back onto the couch and relax.  He doubted there was much of a point in her letting him live now only to stab him in the back later.  He sat down and propped one leg on top of the other.  He chuckled a little bit at her statement about him not being in the zone long.  "I've been here a couple months, give or take.  I honestly just don't think it's worth being worried about what could happen in my sleep.  What are the odds of being stabbed in the neck in my sleep, out here, basically isolated, versus a trading post with very not-private bedrooms that pretty much anyone could walk into?  Just my two cents."

He allowed himself to get comfortable on the ratty looking sofa.  The cushions were covered by a relatively clean sheet that Scott had found earlier, but underneath it one could tell it was pretty old and worn down.  "Make yourself at home, take a load off.  Name's Scott, by the way.  Lot of people call me Joker though, when they're not busy calling me an asshole, that is.  What's your story?"