Jeffery glanced up from under his hood and was greeted by a dark haired stranger giving him a courteous bow. Jeffery inspected the man with a weary eye. On first glance he didn't seem dangerous, but he's learned from past mistakes that not every respectful individual is to be trusted. Sadly Jeffery's judgment was clouded from both the rain and his frustration for his current job. He shrugged and gestured towards the empty seat with a smirk. "She's all yours mate," he said before removing his rifle from the table and setting it down next to him. "Names Jeffery, but ya can call me Jeff." 

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