Brody flipped open the top of his rucksack and did a quick check: Flannel? Check. Lila Cheney Records? Check. Carton of Smokes? Check. Everything seemed to be in order...

Brody got to his feet, still eyes the two warily, "...sorry. Bout freakin out. I didn't think ya'll would be, well...like me. And I got mah own bag." Brody hefted up the large rucksack onto his back like it weighed nothing, "Liftin heavy shit is kinda my, uh, thing I guess..."