(Nice.)
I watched Jordan walk away. He seemed nice enough... To be fair, I would consider someone nice enough if they didn't kill me at first glance... By that standard, I was now surrounded by the nicest people in the wasteland. Lovely. I looked around, feeling slightly awkward. What was I supposed to do now...? I looked towards the people setting up my tent. They didn't seem to be done yet. Was I supposed to just kinda stand here and try to look cool like some NPC...? Huh.