Hm. Some of us aren't so lucky. [John's hair and beard have some salt and pepper that it didn't ten years ago. He follows his daughter into the room, swinging a shotgun off his shoulder to prop up against the wall next to Torvald's Gatling laser. He and Sara are unremarkable in dress: jeans, flannel, sturdy boots, and canvas jackets to keep off the chill. The clothes of Commonwealth settlers.]
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