[b]He heard slow, deliberate footsteps as a familiar face stepped across the doorway, someone he knew very well. Someone who he lived with. He had on a wide-brim hat, colored brown. Same with a duster, one that looked basically like patchwork. He had a grim look on his face, looking more disappointed than anything. Bedlam noticed a gun at his side, like Grant had expected something would happen. Grant’s right arm was a mesh of metal and other things, he hadn’t gotten skin put on it. He pulls his hat down a little more, and spits something out the corner of his mouth. It smelled like tobacco.[/b] “Boy, I knew you had a few screws loose, but this shit? Didn’t think you had it in you. You’re lucky I don’t shoot you dead on the spot. Used to be my duty to bring in people who did shit like this.”