Ah, thank you. [Guy brushes his feet off before slipping them into the shoes Luke provided, bending over to fiddle with them until they fit more comfortably.]
Let's get a move on, huh? [He stoops to retrieve his journal from on the tree and glances around for the shirt. Nope. It's already washed downstream, probably halfway to the lake by now.]
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Let's get a move on, huh? [He stoops to retrieve his journal from on the tree and glances around for the shirt. Nope. It's already washed downstream, probably halfway to the lake by now.]