"Uh, that's my next thing on the to do list then, " Dante briefly frowned.

"Is it safe?" Cleo asked, turning both their forms in when done. It was a stupid question to ask.

"Field work, definitely. No one wants to leave the walls once they go inside." Helga grunted.

"Okay, let me check our available jobs for the moment." Boston said before standing up and walking into the background, opening up a filing cabinet and digging through it for a moment before coming back with a file. "Thank you for your patience. We have the Leeland's general store, they need someone to help move things in the back. We also have Marianna's pet rock shop, they need someone to help weigh the rocks and keep them healthy until someone buys them. Finally, we have..." Boston narrowed his eyes a bit. "Georgie's orange juice stand. Georgie needs a..." Boston seemed like he was having a hard time reading the paper. "Juice...maker. Juice maker. Sorry, hard to read their writing here."

"You're...not vaccinated?" Reigna asked, slightly surprised by his answer. It was a stock question, she wasn't expecting him to say no. "How have you not been vaccinated yet? And you're a hunter, too?"

"Oh yeah, town's real safe." Greggory replied. "Not a lick on me since I started stayin' in town, after an' ol' run in with three claw out there took ma' lef' leg."

"Noooo..." The woman mumbled, looking up slowly. She was fairly attractive, aside from the hair all in her face currently. Being clean, unlike most people in other towns, helped. "Did I die? Am I in heaven?"

Travis grinned slightly, "Maybe. You could pass for an angel."

"Great. You been vaccinated?" Helga asked as she wrote on two slips of paper.

"Well, since you're the only family connection I'm aware of at the moment, mr. Thomas, you do get a say in if this is okay or not. We want to avoid complications, here." Boston spoke to Thomas now.

"But, never touching the grass your entire life? Are you sure you weren't vaccinated at birth?" Reigna asked.

Greggory looked over the sheets before pointed a spindly finger at Marc. "You a hunter boy? Might you wanna hunt a corrupted f'er y'er card?"

The woman narrowed her eyes at him, as if he had said something to offend her, before she looked over at her bottle. "Did you mess with my drink?"

"Just try'na be nice." He said after sucking his teeth, "Huh? Oh, the wine. Nah, I just checked the label."

"Wonderful." Helga slid one of the slips of paper to Marie. Similar to what Travis received, except the job detail was to bring back research of value to the research lab. Where that was, wasn't listed. "Use that bar strip at the top corner there on the scan to the door to your far right, get your temporary stay stamp."

"Alright, Orange Juice Stand it is." Boston wrote down the details and slid them across to the two. "Have both of you been vaccinated?" He asked.

"Well, just ask miss Sherry in the room to the right for a vaccination, and she'll get you handled as soon as possible, okay?" Reigna asked of him. "Just use that bar code on the top corner of your slip by pressing it against the green glass scanner and it'll let you in. That's where you get your temporary stay stamp as well." She explained.

Greggory wrote that down on two slips of paper, tearing one off and setting it to the side while keeping the other in front of him for the moment, before pulling another two other. He looked at Cleo now. "Y've got a scattered set've skills here, anything in partic'ler you wanna do f'er y'er stay card? We got things like the town kitchen that'cha can work in or deliver food to the injured f'er, we got stores to work in, we got a farm that needs extra hands, that sorta stuff. Don't wanna judge, so ya' can hunt if ye' want to as well, but huntin's a profession, not a hobby, as ye' might both be aware."

"Right, whatever, you here for a vaccination and a stamp, or just the stamp?" The woman asked Travis as she sat up now.

Tyler nodded. “Both of us.”

“Alright, thank you miss,” Marie smiled, taking the slip.

"Mhm." Helga began looking around Marie to see if there was anyone next in line.

"Alright, well, take those slips there, use the bar code in the top corner on the scanner to the door on the far right of the room, and go on through to get your temporary stamp from the lady inside." Boston informed Thomas and Taylor.

"Unless you have any questions, yes." Reigna replied to Dante.

"Alright." Greggory wrote down the details on two slips of paper and separated the two, handing the slips for Cleo and Marc across the glass. "Take that bar code on the top corner there and put it against the green glass thing 'til it beeps, go through there an' get y'er temporary stayin' stamps from Sherry in that room."

She slid her chair back and leaned under the desk, digging through a couple of what sounded like boxes below the desk. "Bought it from Greggory Yellin, one of the tellers out there. It's not really wine, it's whatever he makes. Don't remember what it's called." Came her muffled voice from underneath before she slid back again, straightened up, and rolled back over to sit at the desk normally again. In her hand was a few strips of tiny square pictures, around the size of Travis's thumb. "Alright so, what's your job listed?" She asked, referring to the paper Travis was given.

John walked to a now empty booth and looked at the person across from him.

Marie stood after taking the slip and headed to the door. She held the barcode up to the green screen as instructed and waited.

Thomas and Taylor had stood, walking to wait patiently behind Marie.

"In the city?" Cleo was alarmed.

Dante rolled his eyes, impatiently. "We don't have all day, " He remarked.