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We're low on numbers these days.

[Jessica gives him a slightly quizzical look.]

Shit, don't tell me your one of those Army recruiters.

Alright, I won't. [He's more a one-man army these days, the very last thing standing between humanity and their agonized destruction. So, you know, no pressure there. There's really no wonder the dude's looking at her with all the humor of a 17th century Puritan preacher, huh?]

[His words cause her to bring a hand up to her face, while a groan left her lips.] Then humor me. What's with all the talk about numbers being low?

Edited 2012-08-31 01:15 (UTC)

Old man talk, mostly. [Ah, Dave, what've you done to him?] It's... difficult - [Understatement of the century.] - being the last of anything but being one of the last, knowing that there are others out there but they're too far to reach... [He smiles but it only makes him look more pained than he already does, more exhausted.] Like I said, it's just old man talk.

Edited 2012-08-31 01:34 (UTC)

[A slender brow slowly rises as he speaks. Sounds like this 'old man' missed his medication time. Though, or course she wasn't going to say anything out loud he already looked exhausted and in pain. Lips pursed she shook her head slightly.] Old man talk indeed, cause I certainly did not follow.

Yeah? What else is new?

Edited 2012-09-01 00:58 (UTC)

So can't you order more?

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