Tell me about it. [One of Roger's hands and one of his legs are already both encased in bear traps, denting far enough into the metal to take hold of his limbs. He has been limping along with them for a little while, not able to carry them easily but not able to get them off either. The most he's been able to do is figure out a way to move with them still attached, which he's had to do out of fear of the chromehounds.
Even in Shadow's presence, he just stands there staring, except for his one remark, not yet sure whether to trust the stranger.]
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Even in Shadow's presence, he just stands there staring, except for his one remark, not yet sure whether to trust the stranger.]