[b]Preacher[/b]:

[i]{Innsmouth.}[/i]

Said footsteps stopped at one point, our Preacher fellow kneeling and withdrawing what looked like a dusty but sealed pack of shelless peanuts. Sniffing, he scanned the plastic bag for a 'expiration date' and found it, sometime in 2019. This did not guarantee to Preacher they were any good but opening the bag with a soft crinkle and a sniff did. A bit dusty, but naturally so, the way peanuts produced dust. Stopping for a second, withdrawing a silver colored flask from his coat, unscrewing the lid open and taking a long swig of the water inside, fallowing up by popping a peanut or two into his mouth. A crunch further proved they had not gone back and for a moment Preacher shut his eyes, content. His stomach still rumbled but to a lesser extent, nothing another bag or two of peanuts (though a quick look revealed nothing) or a can of something could fix.

Sudden surprise at hearing something not natural to this place though, would not do it, well it silenced his stomach but not in a good way. More of a passive surprised and tensed way. Someone else was here? His head turned towards what looked like a basement door not to far off from him and running directly down the bar top he stood behind. Shifting his shoulders somewhat (but still popping a peanut or two into his mouth), Preacher adjusted the Beam Rifle along his back. Not a hostile gesture, but a simple one Just in case. He did not move though his ears perked further as the steps logically got closer and closer and, twenty feet away, Preacher would be looking directly at Anvi. Silence at first as dark indistinguishable of color eyes gave her a distance one over before, of all things, popping another peanut into his mouth. Slow crunch commenced before he both,finished the peanut and tilted his head back a bit while swallowing it.

"...Ma'am."

Said the dull voice of our Preacher fellow. Drab was it, boring and without mirth, but it carried loud enough to be heard but soft enough to not be imposing. Another awkward pause as he cleared his voice and of all things, lips curled oddly (and in slightly bafflement) he held the half eaten bag of peanuts out towards the girl.

"They're fresh out of the bag if you want any."

For one reason or another, even Preacher didnt know why, but he chided himself mentally. Soooooo awkward...