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"You've picked a quiet few days to come," Wolfe noted before pausing and suddenly whipping out a small tablet. He clicked a few things before holding up the screen to Aaron. On it was a picture of James. "If you see him, stay clear and keep away. He's currently unstable."

"... Alright..." Aaron muttered, not asking.

Wolfe paused again before holding up a picture of Pepper. "Her too."

Aaron nodded again, looking like he expected to memorize a few more faces.

"No one else should cause you physical harm," Wolfe decided after a moment. "Stick with Raven if you can, just to be safe. No one would dare lay a finger on him."

Still, Aaron didn't ask. He clearly didn't share Raven's curiosity.

Wolfe looked him over for a moment, "Can you fight?"

Aaron blinked. After a moment of silence he answered, "By the standards back at the farm..." He elaborated a little. He knew his way around a classic shotgun and pistol. He'd also had some martial arts. He was pretty well prepared for any normal pickle he might find himself in.

Wolfe nodded, he seemed a little impressed, "From how Raven acts, I figured all farmboys couldn't tell a shotgun from a pistol; let alone how to fire them. You think you could teach Raven? He refuses to learn from me. Has he always jumped behind couches?" The sudden onslaught of words was very unlike Wolfe, but he seemed to enjoy having someone to discuss Raven's peculiarities with.

Aaron frowned a little. "Jumped behind couches?" he asked, not sure what Wolfe meant.

"Raven leaps behind the couch if any fighting is going on," Wolfe explained.

"... Never seen him do that," Aaron noted. "But he's not much the fighting type. He had some lessons, but he forgot it all the next day."

Wolfe nodded as if he understood that, "I met him in a club after all," he mused.

Aaron shrugged, not too surprised.

"You don't seem like the clubbing type," he commented.

Aaron shrugged again. "To each his own," he replied. "I'd prefer a quiet night in."