[A man in a grimy brown coat that puts the "dust" back in duster glances up the hill, then down slope. It's bizarre not being able to see more than a few yards ahead. Trees are weird and inconvenient and he doesn't like them.]
They could be raiders. [He assumes that any group of people is raiders unless there's evidence otherwise.]
...You could be a raider. [Although she doesn't look like one. Way too clean.]
Arrival
They could be raiders. [He assumes that any group of people is raiders unless there's evidence otherwise.]
...You could be a raider. [Although she doesn't look like one. Way too clean.]