MacCready had taken to finding high spots so that he could feel useful. It wasn't like the hotel seemed to ever be actively under attack. Probably. Shit could change any second.
Or some guy could show up out of nowhere looking half dead.
He checked his pockets. Back home, he wouldn't've been quite so helpful. Shit changed, didn't it?
He pulled a stimpak out and got out of his perch, slinging his gun onto his back as he approached the guy, trying to stay in clear view. At least the guy was sitting up now. There was some hope for him. Way too much blood.
Not any more than he'd seen before.
"You need some help?" he asked, being as careful as he could. Careful and obvious. If he was in that kind of state, he woulda shot first before assuming anyone was doing anything but trying to finish the job.
Re: For Phryne
Or some guy could show up out of nowhere looking half dead.
He checked his pockets. Back home, he wouldn't've been quite so helpful. Shit changed, didn't it?
He pulled a stimpak out and got out of his perch, slinging his gun onto his back as he approached the guy, trying to stay in clear view. At least the guy was sitting up now. There was some hope for him. Way too much blood.
Not any more than he'd seen before.
"You need some help?" he asked, being as careful as he could. Careful and obvious. If he was in that kind of state, he woulda shot first before assuming anyone was doing anything but trying to finish the job.