[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Outside Kitchen House -> Main Road
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
Bart smirked at her calling him Squirt. For all the time they spent together, it almost felt like a term of endearment. He nodded along with her. "[color=97e23b]I get you.[/color]" He said, "[color=97e23b]Rome wasn't built in a day, so they say.[/color]". He'd never had to live through a zombie apocalypse, so he could only imagine the personal demands it could impost on a person. Even though he knew others here were from that timeline, and didn't seem to have Faith's personal method of dealing with it, he supposed it would affect all people differently. He stepped away from the house, and started down the main road towards the grave. He took the occasional look behind them as went, wanting to not be caught unawares if somebody from the circus happened to be following after them.

Since they had a few moments, he decided to take a second to get Faith's insight, "[color=97e23b]It's no secret your intuition for these things are far better than my own.[/color]" He started, turning his head towards her to address her. "[color=97e23b]What's your take on these people?[/color]" He himself felt a gut  distrust of them, given the circumstances of their arrival. The collapse of the Ferris Wheel was the biggest factor for him. There was something they didn't know, and that itched in the back of Bart's mind in a way that upset him greatly. Knowledge was power, and it seemed like there were enough unknowns to fill the swamp. It was a kind of powerlessness he didn't take kindly to, so he was glad that they were going to hopefully gain some kind of deeper insight to the situation.