Oh a hand to offer. Raylan had dispensed with most of his manners here, feeling out of place for them in a way he hadn't ever before and so he'd stopped offering his hand. No reason to open himself up to the silent ridicule of his roots. He noted the metal hand but opted to shake the one offered with his one, a one, two pump.
"It for that hand?" The sweater hid it all so he could only guess so far, but he didn't give off any sense that he'd have any negative feelings about it. He was sure there was a story. It was very 6 million dollar man, very cool.
"You might be in luck, though I can't say I've seen any hex keys around. Your definition of 'tools' might be a bit more.. complex than what we've got but hammers and some small wrenches can be found in some of the garages. Feel free to rummage in any unoccupied house, by the way; if no one is posted up there, claimed it, it's just going to waste otherwise."
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"It for that hand?" The sweater hid it all so he could only guess so far, but he didn't give off any sense that he'd have any negative feelings about it. He was sure there was a story. It was very 6 million dollar man, very cool.
"You might be in luck, though I can't say I've seen any hex keys around. Your definition of 'tools' might be a bit more.. complex than what we've got but hammers and some small wrenches can be found in some of the garages. Feel free to rummage in any unoccupied house, by the way; if no one is posted up there, claimed it, it's just going to waste otherwise."