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Tomas Tomas moved through the gates as they closed bheind him: Another patrol, no sign of danger out there, fortunately. The young soldier starts to make his way through the road. He paused near the entransse to the gardens. A moment to breath is all he would need.
Shane Form fitting leathers cling to the diminutive frame of the swarthy young woman leaned against the Garden gate, staring inside.

She lifts a hand, smearing an old smudge of grime half off her neck, before her attention drifts from the richly green and well cared for ground seperated from her by the fence, to stare skyward again.

Narrowset shoulders sag as if under the weight of the world, and she's forced to readjust so the pistol tucked into the back of her waistband isn't being pressed into her by her weight on the fence.

She just... stares. There's no real movement or activity to speak of, she may well be lost in thought with the 'looking through' spin on her attention to things, initially at least.
Tomas Tomas blinks for a moment, not having noticed the shorter girl. He just glances at her for a moment. His hand lifts in a friendly wave. "Hello there." He says in a friendly way, his voice being soft and calm, despit his dusty uniform and the large riffle slinged across his chest. He stands a bit away from the girl, hoping his words didn't disturb her.
Shane "Oh," no two ways about it, Shane'd been so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't seem to notice anything of the taller man's approach. "Hi," beat, "I'm... not sure if I'm a resident or not." She explains this in an accent that is not as touched by the south or central americas as one might expect from her looks - in fact, there's a hint of creole-cajun to it instead.

It takes a second look before she relaxes some. Her tone is apologetic, "Sorry... not...not used to uh... lawman types.. not being something that should ding all the mental alarms." She drags her weight heavily against the fence.
Tomas Tomas smiles softly at the girl, his head bobbing in a nod. "Theres no need for you to worry: You were just lost in your thoughts. When this becomes a crime, I swear I'll leave the militia." His smile stretches into a grin. "Hopefully I've not set any of your allarms off. I was just checking to see if you were ok. You seemed to be prety imobile." A soft blush comes to his cheeks, his rifle being ajusted to fit more confortably around him with a distracted touch of his hand.
Shane "Oh... nah... or... no, rather." One corner of Shane's lips ticks up further as she spots the blush on Tomas, "I'm Shane... it's nice to meet you." She looks up into his face for a long while. Stares, really. Not in a hostile way, but in a sort of 'this person might not know how people act' kind of way, innocent and gormless, but like, point blank stare.
Tomas "I'm Tomas. Its a pleasure to meet you, Shane." The youth extends a hand, unsure if Shane will shake it. Eiter way, he continues to smile. "You said you aren't sure if you are a resident here.. Well, you aren't hurting anyone and you aren't causing trouble so.. I see no reazon for you not to be here." He atempts to calm her, taking a proper look at the girl for the first time: Its clear she's obviously from the wastelands. "I apologise if I scared you, that wasn't my intention."
Shane "I am kind of staying in one of the shanties in the Shantytown with this mapmaker who found me." Shane's brows pull in on one another. "It just hasn't been very long yet, and I'm not sure if there's you know, odd rules or other things." She reasons, "Sometimes life is weird and arbitrary."
Tomas Tomas shakes his head briefly. "As far as I know, there are no rules for it: As long as you don't cause trouble, you should be ok." He smiles reassuringly. "So, where are you from, if I may ask?"
Shane Shane rubs her cheek then, and nods faintly, "The swamp." That's really the only way she describes the place, no name. "I don't plan to... Davidson said this place was pretty good about second chances..." She nods and smiles faintly, "... I ran away from it for a reason. I wasn't sure if I wanted to head down on road or another, but it looks like it's shaping up to be a little bit of both roads." She says, "My mother was training me to be a healer like she was but... after she passed giving birth to the youngest... family kinda did a one eighty. But I figure... first person who I met was a Samaritan, good to me. If that's not a sign, I don't know what is."
Tomas Tomas nods at the girl. He raises a hand, placing it softly on her shoulder. "Hopefully, we'll be able to grant you your second chance." He looks upward for a moment, before his gaze returns to the girl. "You must have been to a lot of places.. As for me, I was born and raised here: I joined the militia mostly because I'd like to protect my city and to pay it for its security and confort." His hand leaves her shoulders. "You seem to have a free path infront of you.. You only have to make the right choices."
Shane "I've been... places." Shane smiles to herself. "I've seen a lot of the world, but nothing like the way the Mapmaker described it... he makes me want to like, stay, and you know, protect him and like, patch him up and stuff. Way he sees the world? It's like magic."