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Jericho had been knocked down by the heel, as he wasn't the most combative type around. He picked himself up from the ground, using his sleeve to wipe the blood that was slowly starting to run down his face.

"There are plenty of good points. She pays on time, she keeps people from screwing around with me for the most part. I don't have to deal in anything illegal, stuff like that. As for work, I can't tell ya, work it out for yourselves. I know for sure Boss has openings, whether you would fill them is up to you. Only other tips I can give you is to check the Shots N' Shells."

Jericho pulled some coins from his pocket and dropped them on the bar. "Since you're new, and jobless, those drinks are on me."

"Are you alright?" Michael asked the... whatever she was... who had tripped into the store. He fished around in his jacket for a canteen. "Here. It may not be the coldest but you two looked like you could use some water."
Michael waited patiently for the girl to drink up. He thought she might be some kind of leftover hybrid. Angels had been fond of that sort of thing at one point, until they all settled on humans as the default sentient being. There was only one way to tell and that was by name. Hybrids always tried to give a name that sounded like a number first. "I haven't seen the owner around, but the shade is nice. I'm called Michael. Who might you be?"

“I-I’m fine…” She placed Alex on her head and dusted herself off, a little blood trickled from a small scrape on her knee. It stung, but she was more interested in the man before her. She reached out, cautiously to take the canteen. She quickly grabbed at it and took a few steps back, drinking quickly. She placed some in her hand, and Alex lapped it right up. The girl looked back up and handed the canteen back. Her tail twitched slightly, in a wag, and she tried to keep her eyes off of the guns around here. “Michael~” She replied with a smile. “I’m B-Bonus…” She squeaked her name and pointed up to her pet. “And this here is Alex~ It‘s nice to see somethin’ other than dirt around here. ”

Jericho held a finger up for a moment indicating they wait, grabbing two bottles from under the counter, jump-sliding over the bar in an easy practiced movement, and taking them to one of the tables that had called for more. He set the bottles down the returned to behind the counter. "Jericho. Just refer to me as Jericho."

"Ah, my apologies." Marcus steps out from the back of his shop at the loud ruckus out front, boots making a satisfying thunk each time they hit the wooden floor. He pushes the awkward pair of glasses up the bridge of his nose, taking stock of his two guests,
"And are you two here for guns, munitions, or something more interesting?" His smirk is playful as he gestures at the fanciful array of weapons, both practical and decorative, "I am also quite the smith and leatherworker, should you need tack for your horse."
...Though Marcus debated why the strange girl would need a horse, looking somewhat of a beastchild.

"Ah, yes." She said softly, tapping a finger against her lips at she looked around. "Not from these parts, then?" she asked mildly, walking over to a shelf, straining her arm to pluck a volume from a great height. "This ought to help you."

"Ya, decided to travel to these parts to study some of the animal and plant life." Helios took the book from Emma "Thank you for the book. By the way do you know a place I can rest for the night?" Helios ask while sitting at one of the tables.