[There's no response from Rin. He has a hard enough time driving as it is, he doesn't want to add the risk of attempting to reply to it.
But (with some delay to get down to Southtown to grab that gear he promised to get Armin) he does eventually drive up to the mill, pulling to a stop some distance away on one of the over grown dirt roads.
He slips out of the truck, tugging his sword in it's red case over his shoulder, hand stuffed in the pockets of his open hoodie as he approaches Bert.]
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But (with some delay to get down to Southtown to grab that gear he promised to get Armin) he does eventually drive up to the mill, pulling to a stop some distance away on one of the over grown dirt roads.
He slips out of the truck, tugging his sword in it's red case over his shoulder, hand stuffed in the pockets of his open hoodie as he approaches Bert.]
Well? What's it gonna be?