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	Ben raised a brow and glanced over towards Alexandra, taking a long pull from his smoke. He blew it out roughly before flicking it to the ground and putting the butt out with the heel of his boot. "A'right," he said as he finished blowing the thick cloud of smoke from his lungs. Licking his lips a bit he looked around the place. "I know about a grave because I's was told. The grave in particular is Peter Keystones." In turn he crossed his arms over his chest, rocking slightly on his feet from one foot to another before continuing. "Now I answered what ya should be askin', now ya gotta to show me where the grave is." Motioning for her to lead the way he waited for her to take him to the grave site. It was a bit off from where they were, after all it was down by the waters edge of the swamp under a tree over that way but it wouldn't take too long to walk there. 

	Samson narrowed his eyes a bit and shook his head as it tilted back to look up at Rita Sue. The woman was tall for a female but that really didn't matter considering Samson was all of three and a half feet tall on a good day. "Don't be givin' me that Rita Sue. Management has kept us going with a lot less loss of life than Belyakov so suck it up Rita Sue, I ain't got time for one of yer tantrums today. Last one nearly got Ben offed," Samson quipped before walking off back towards the trailer that pale woman had gone into some time ago. 

	Rita huffed and crossed her arms over her chest before growling under her breath. "I know girl, I get where you're going," the bearded woman said as she walked over to the blonde huffy woman. The parasol keeping her out of the sun as he beards curl flickered in the wind. Rita looked over towards her and scoffed. 

	"Don't even start Lila. You're just still itching after the shit storm with Lodz, don't be trying to poke this hornets nest," Rita Sue snipped before storming off towards the tent which had painted on it - The Cooch.