Prospector:
At The Driver Team Meeting:
Harry, feeling the most responsible to handle such things, made his clanking way across the lot to join the Drivers. Generally, the crews and folk milling about with the last preparations had a happy, carefree attitude. That fades a bit as the cyborg walks through. Conversations faded away. Work stopped. All attention went to the monstrous war machine as he passed. After he passed, work resumed and the conversations started again...with a new topic...
Harry was somewhat used to this, so he gave his best neighborly wave with his normal arm, making sure to keep his chainsaw arm down and nonthreatening. He wasn't entirely sure how much, if at all, that mitigated any concerns about him, but it wasn't as if he could do much about it anyway.
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All four of the convoy Drivers stood separate from the rest at the front of the Grand Bizarre. Seems like everyone just knows to give the group as much privacy as possible during Team Meetings. The quartet's conversation stops like all the others as they take note of Harry's approach.
Turk moved aside to make sure there was a spot in the circle for the cyborg and gave him an acknowledgment, "Mornin', Harry." He began to indicate the others in the circle, "Patience, you already met back at Texarcana." The woman in the yellow duster folded her arms over her chest and eyed Harry with a stiff nod. Turk continued round to a little old man chewing on a cigar, "This is Bud. 8-Ball is his."
Harry nods at the other drivers, tipping his hat.
"Howdy." he says.
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The old man tilted back...and back to look up at Harry. He adjusted his thick glasses to try as he tried for a good look. He plucked the cigar from his lips and spoke with a gravelly, deadpan monotone, "And I thought getting old was tough... You found one hell of a loophole, son."
"Bein' dead ain't much of a living." Harry says with a shrug.
"But I make do. Could be worse." He glances over in the direction of the Maelstrom around Dallas.
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Finally, Turk indicated the last Driver. Its not often to see someone overweight these days. Underweight is far more common. Starving is another way of saying it. This man doesn't look like he's had to worry about starvation or privation in a very long time, "This is Robert. His is the Ice Box. The reefer truck. You'll likely hear some folks calling him the Reefer Man."
Robert cast a quick look up at the iron giant and managed a quick, friendly smile...but looked away again. Obviously a little uncomfortable in Harry's presence. In fairness, most folks are.
Harry nods at Robert.
"Howdy."