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The man in the wheelchair gasped. He gripped the wheels of his chair in both hands and spun the right wheel as hard as he could. With the left wheel held firmly in place, he spun swiftly around to face the two wanderers. "What the-- Oh! Hey!" He laughed softly and released his grip on the wheels, rolling backwards slightly.

There was, for a moment, the flash of panic. He looked like easy prey, and he was well aware of this by now. And the fact that he'd recently been forced to trade away his gun for a few days' worth of food didn't help matters. But then, these people didn't know that. [i]"Unless they can read minds,"[/i] he realized. [i]"...Naaaah, that's not gonna happen. I haven't met anybody who can read minds since at least Tuscaloosa."[/i]

He cleared his throat after a moment, then scratched his collarbone, peeking over the edge of his stained muscle-shirt. He needed to appear non-threatening, and fortunately he was very, very good at that. "Hey. I didn't see you two there." He then donned a hopefully disarming grin and shrugged. "Well, you didn't try to sneak up behind me and stab me in the neck, so you're already doin' better than the last guy. How you folks doin'?"