His history with the Ryan family is... Complex, to say the least. It's a family home he never quite felt welcome in belonging to a girlfriend who looked past the fact he was a particularly terrible young man- at least until she vanished without a warning for nearly a year and the anger that lived in him- that he'd fed like a starved wild animal- quickly turned on her, as well. It's why he's not exactly shocked that when he walks into the hardware store, the man at the counter turns to glare daggers at him instead of continue whatever conversation he'd been having with an employee. Ziggy swallows, bending to pick up the butt of the cigarette he'd been smoking from the sidewalk and throwing it in the trash outside. "...Afternoon." He clears his throat- the dimly lit store sprawling in front of him as he holds up the bag slung over his shoulder. "I uh. Was told y'all might get use sellin' this stuff. It's the toolkit I kept in the freighter... And some a' the shit scrapped off of it, considerin' I'm not leavin' anytime soon."
He can't remember the last time somebody had leveled him with a gaze that felt pockmarked with Hate. Louis Ryan's pretty well nailed it though.
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