[X] - Accompany her to focus on one task. There’s better strength in numbers as your recent ordeal has taught you. [hr] “ - I think it’ll be better if we focus on individual tasks.” Melissa said, her eyes scrunched up in thought as well. The false antenna of her helmet twitched as she pursed her lips tightly. “ I’ll go for the Shopping Cart. You can focus on convincing that guard to donate that Identity Card to us. Here, I’ll - “ “ No.” She looks at you in momentary confusion. “ We go together.” “ But,but,” She sputters “ - the Dorfs expect me to finish this by - '' You raise your hand up and she glumly pauses in the middle of her speech to let you explain yourself. “ The Dorfs need you more than you think. They can afford to wait another day or two if you’ve been with them for this long. Besides, the Bargain Bin at its weakest right now and every raider and bandit will be staring at this place as if it’s on clearance. Your bravery and dedication to nutritional balance will be in vain if you do not take into account the current situation.” You then lift out your arm in invitation. “ It’ll be slower together, yes, but safer.” Your left arm brushes over your eyepatch, cold and empty to the touch. “ And safety is in precious supply these days.” You’re not sure what to make of Melissa’s expression. Somewhere between doubt and excitement. She lifts out a finger towards your outstretched arm. Then, all five before clasping it tightly. A smile then breaks on her face before she squeals in excitement. “ OhbythefoodpyramidI’mactuallytouchingasamuraifor-” “ Please stop doing that.” [hr] “ So, what’s your name?” The Cereai asks out of nowhere as both of you walk through a dingy slum carved out of paper cartons and plastic bottles. The scent of spoilt centuries-old milk is heavy in the air and you don’t want to even think about the exact contents of the white liquid both of you are stepping in right now. “ Huh?” “ Your name.” Melissa says it as if it’s evident. “ I can’t just keep calling you samurai until my expiration date. Your….” She pauses, searching for the word. “ teacher -” “ Stationary Lord.” “ Your stationary lord gave you a name, right?” “ I - “ You stumble over your words, frustrated by the fact you had to give a long explanation for such a simple question. Your throat clams up as the memory of starchy glue comes back to haunt your mind. “ - I don’t feel comfortable explaining it.” “A nickname, then.” You scoff. “ Samurais do not engage in such trivialities - “ “ Well, how about….” Melissa snaps her fingers. “ Paper Cut?” “ Already taken.” “ One Eye?” “ That’s original.” “ Lucky Charm!” She shrugs under your confused glance. “ You know, because of the clover on your eye-” “ It’s not a clover.” You stop walking. “ We’re here. Or so you say. Are you even sure someone would even live in this dump?” You both stare at a dilapidated rusted shipping container, blue paint flaking off its walls with the words “ WAL” barely visible on the sides. A makeshift door has been hollowed out on the sides with a square row of soda bottles rammed left and right to serve as makeshift windows. However, it’s sunken into the floor, the foundations barely struggling to hold up its enormous weight. “ Oh, don’t be such a downer.” Melissa said cheerily as she walked up to the front door. “ I’ll handle this. You can just hang by and look angry with that one eye of yours.” “ Glad to see you didn’t hire me for nothing,” you spoke sarcastically. Melissa ignored the barb, standing face to face with the door which, now that you were up close, was a can of Spam cut in half. She cleared her throat and politely knocked on the door three times. “ Repel, if you’re in there, we just want to - “ A hoarse voice, muffled by the door, spoke out before Melissa could finish her sentence. You see a wavy figure through the soda bottles, slightly hunched over. “ What do you want?” “ We want what I spoke with you earlier to - “ “ Forget it!” Repel shouted. “ I’m not dealing with Cereai, especially now that you’ve brought a friggin’ stationari to my doorstep. You know how many people in this Shelf would kill me for what I have? If I give you this, people are going to find out and when they find out, they’re going to tear me limb from limb.” [X] - Ask whether or not you could exchange something of equal value for the identity card. [X] - Offer to help him with whatever problems he has in exchange for the Identity Card. [X] - Forcibly knock Repel’s door down and take the Identity Card by force.