"Who goes there?"
Hans walked to the gate, with a bag of some basic goods inside. For all it was worth, he accepted that this was a plan. The doctor had been in the hands of Burino. His left hand met his face and allowed him to fully come to. When I get out of here, I'm going to never wear flannel again. Some part of his soul felt like it was going to not end well.
"Me."
"Who's that?"
"My name is Han-Hank. My name is Hank. Do you have any room in there for one more?"
The man who wore overalls that covered his pale skin and goggles that were covering his eyes. His shape was strange as he almost looked like a circus clown almost but anyone who wasn't colorblind would say that he wasn't funny.
"Sure. But can you hold this real quick?"
As Hans walked into the place, he saw that the walls that encapsulated the building were made of palisades. It reminded him of someone from history who loved to work with palisades.
"What is it?"
"As far as you know, a glass of water."
The jar was filled with a clear liquid that smelled funny. It absolutely puzzled the doctor. Is this some way to cover his tracks? Does he know this isn't a felony anymore? He knew what it was and it explained everything about the man's behavior. It was easy for him to speak to them. It was even easier to blend in.
"Can I?"
"Sure, I don't mind at all. We got plenty to go around."
Hans emptied the jar before heading to the largest hut in the small colony. When he got on the opposite side of the colony, he found the group was using swamp water to cool.