[Something Church has: a shaving razor. Something Church has no use for: a shaving razor. It's stayed in the bag with the other stuff, most of which he doesn't need. And as it's more or less forgotten, he doesn't think to offer it up to anyone yet. Because he's a selfish prick who hasn't had to think about shaving for like two years.
He's been warned about Maine, but he hasn't met Maine. Not until he nearly runs right into the guy, and at first, he's confused. Armor's armor, but there's a whole head and a face and it only vaguely niggles at the back of his mind.]
Who the fuck are you?
[That is, of course, his near instantaneous response to the situation. But Church, stupid as he is, isn't a complete moron. (Just mostly one.) He can see white armor, a third Freelancer running around, a Really Big Guy he has to look up and up at, and a memory of being attacked by a tall fucking growly menace.] Oh, shit- [He instinctively takes a step back.] Uh...uhhhh...
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He's been warned about Maine, but he hasn't met Maine. Not until he nearly runs right into the guy, and at first, he's confused. Armor's armor, but there's a whole head and a face and it only vaguely niggles at the back of his mind.]
Who the fuck are you?
[That is, of course, his near instantaneous response to the situation. But Church, stupid as he is, isn't a complete moron. (Just mostly one.) He can see white armor, a third Freelancer running around, a Really Big Guy he has to look up and up at, and a memory of being attacked by a tall fucking growly menace.] Oh, shit- [He instinctively takes a step back.] Uh...uhhhh...
Me-uh, Mai--Maine? Agent, uh, Maine?