Mac wasn't really used to all the husstle and bussle of a town, considering she had been spending most her time out in the woods, hunting and living away from all the nastyness that was humanity. It'd been a long time since she needed to come into town for supplies, but today was the day and she wasn't going to waste her time. With an empty cannister in her one hand and another tied to her backpack, Mac kicked up the dust as she strode down the road. The folks surrounding the plaza would stop and stare, doing double takes at the lovely hermit. Most women would whisper to one another, wondering what a girl like that was doing out in the woods by herself, why in all that was right she didn't find herself fit enough to stand around the rest of them. But it wasn't the people that Mac didn't like, it was the way the town worked, the way the people treated eachother based off their roles within it. Living on her own left her to her own devices and no one elses. A callosed hand pushed on the worn wooden door of the trade shop, forcing it and fitting her strong shoulders inside. The rusted bell that dangled above the structer jingled, catching the attentions of the store owner and his clerk. "'Morning Mac! Nice to see you decided to grace us with your presence!" The dark haired woman behind the counter laughed, placing a gloved hand on her curvacious hip. The store manager shushed her quickly, stepping out in front of Mac to help her with the load. "I'm assumin' you've come for the usual?" The withered and graying man tightened his jaw as he picked up the cannister that Mac made look so light. He struggled with it for a moment before setting it on the floor. "You brought the usual today too?" Mac turned up her deep brown eyes, looking out behind the short curtain of even darker brown hair. "Naw sir, got some choice cuts of meat this time. I got lucky findin' a couple bucks out in the thick; easy catch when their so busy fightin' eachother." She smiled, showcasing a set of straight teeth; surprisingly all still there. The old man's eyes lit up as Mac removed her backpack, pulling back the zipper and withdrawing several bundles in thick brown paper all tied with twine. "Enough to get me what need for a couple months I'm sure?" Mac smiled, hinting at the necesities she had come for. "Well sure! Always a pleasure doin' business with you Mac! Of course; Of course! With that the little man was off gathering the usual: Paper, water and grain.