"Thanks then," Tank replied. "With all the gutter water I had to drink getting here, I could go with some clear water for once." He sat down at the bar, and then slips some bones from a small pack he carries with him and set them on the counter.
Charlie sat up on a stool next to him, his back to the bar. "So, Tank, what brings you over to this part of the city?"
"Eh...just traveling. Going where the wind takes me. You know..."
"Another rover, then... Nothing new to us. Right, Itchy?"