Ah. The greeting was for the sake of politeness, not because the stranger wanted anything. (And it says something, too, that Maine didn't recognize that.) Curiosity fading, the Freelancer glances down at the armful of wood. Back up to the stranger's face, catching the smirk preceding his question.
Maine's not sure what to make of the expression. Doesn't know what prompted it. Curiosity having faded, his own face is impassive as he considers his answer.
The easiest answer, of course, is to turn and keep moving. But Maine's thinking about the armful of wood. Thinking about the cooperation that seems to be required for survival here. Thinking about the fact that this smirky stranger walked up and greeted him for no reason at all.
After a moment, Maine speaks. His voice is deep and rough, sounding a bit like a growl even as he enunciates his words.
no subject
Maine's not sure what to make of the expression. Doesn't know what prompted it. Curiosity having faded, his own face is impassive as he considers his answer.
The easiest answer, of course, is to turn and keep moving. But Maine's thinking about the armful of wood. Thinking about the cooperation that seems to be required for survival here. Thinking about the fact that this smirky stranger walked up and greeted him for no reason at all.
After a moment, Maine speaks. His voice is deep and rough, sounding a bit like a growl even as he enunciates his words.
"Need help?"