"Sorry. Deputy. Of course - have a seat." Harry glances back to the girl who came in with the marshal as he moves back to the table, her sudden stillness catching his eye. That's... probably not a good sign, and it seems a little weird for a US Marshal to be tailed by a girl who, Harry would bet, is not old enough to legitimately own that ID she's carrying around.
"This is Mouse," Harry announces as he sits down, with a nod to the dog. "He's friendly. Who's your friend, marshal?"
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"This is Mouse," Harry announces as he sits down, with a nod to the dog. "He's friendly. Who's your friend, marshal?"