[b]"Yes, yes, bricks for stones and all the castles for cattle."[/b] The strange man rambled as he grabbed a stack of newspaper and tossed the bat somewhere within his pile of assorted junk. The ink on the paper has long since faded, but they seemed dry enough for the purpose Cat needs them for. He took the bullets, for some reason tasting the tip of each one, before tossing them into his bullet box and handing you the .223 rounds. When you brought out the spice packets he carefully took it and sniffed it. [b]"Mhmm.... Salt. Salt and wounds for fools and loons. Okay okay, got some here for you yeah..."[/b] The man brought out a fairly hefty bag containing some nutrient bricks. They looked relatively fresh: cracks haven't formed on them yet and they're still rigid and solid instead of brittle and crumbling. For better or for worse of course: fresh Nutrient Bricks are hard to chew through but you can be certain they'll be here long after the extinction of mankind. The only ones at least could be mixed with some water or booze and turned into a very bland porridge.

As for the bullets, he showed you what he had. Most were 9mm, a very common type of round for handguns and pistols. Decent enough to protect yourself but not exactly what you'd want to use against anyone wearing decent armor, and pretty much useless for most mutants that pose an actual threat. Most people use 9mm for hunting, saving the heavier ammo for bigger threats. Aside from the 9mm, there were some .38 caliburs, .357 caliburs, and the odd 20 gauge shotgun shell. Really just a random assortment of civilian ammunition. There was, however, something else that might interest Cat that she would notice was inside the man's tent. Crossbow bolts. She may vaguely remember that Hunter himself was using a crossbow. A properly made one can be surprisingly effective against mutants: the right kind of bow and arrow can pierce through mutant hide, doesn't make nearly as much noise as a firearm does, and you could even get your arrow back. They make poor weapons against other people, but only if you're expecting to get into a firefight. Being able to kill someone silently from a distance was something to consider. Unfortunately it doesn't seem like the trader had any crossbows. [b]"So a bricks for bracks. Bullets galore. Take your pick, cept these, I'm keeping these."[/b] The man says as he pockets the .308 rounds.

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Donny was doing his best to stay busy and comfortable. He took off his boots, stashing them behind him so no one could steal them, while he tried to get to work on the gun. He knew that he would need to forage some more parts if he wanted to actually get it in some sort of working order: a lot of small mechanism have been destroyed, likely due to the cold, and was little more than a club. [color=firebrick]"Well, if nothing else, could cannibalize parts for my rifle. Ain't like we got bullets for this one anyways."[/color] Donny mumbled to himself as he dismantled the rifle down to it's usable parts and what's been destroyed. As he was working he heard a young voice approach the campsite. Instinctively he reached for his pistol but only touched the handle, not drawing it just yet. The voice likely was from a child, could be curious... Could also be looking to steal something for herself. Donny wanted to make it clear he wasn't going to tolerate any shenanigans.

[color=firebrick]"Yeah. Bit busy right now. If you got something you want to trade, talk to Cat. She just left with anything valuable."[/color] A soft lie. Certainly Donny had valuable things himself but surely if this was a thief they'd be more interested in worthwhile things than nutrient bricks and scrap metal. Donny also made it a point not to reveal himself, letting his voice be heard but his figure hidden so if this person [i]was[/i] a thief, Donny could get the drop on them. Or at least they won't realize he's armed, since there wasn't really much room to do any sort of stealthy maneuvers in this cramp little campsite.