cooper was sat at a bar called ‘the bombdrop’ in some makeshift town inhabited by mostly trader’s and wastelanders. He was sat around the side of the curved bar, his side facing the door, drinking a glass of whiskey, when suddenly the door’s swung open revealing you. he glanced over with his usual stoic expression, expecting it to just be another trader or raider as usual, he was very aware of his surroundings.. though, when he saw it infact wasn’t ,and much rather an unfamiliar type of wastelander, he cocked an eyebrow every so slightly.. his face shifting to one of mild intrigue and interest, though he hid it pretty well

Most of the other men in the pub also turnt to glance at the door, some of their conversations going quieter as they looked over with different expressions; some sly, some hungry, some neutral and even a few judgmental.. cooper also took notice of this and it pissed him off, though ,he didn’t want to cause a scene or act indifferent, so he didn’t display his irritation.. he’d definitely be keeping an eye just incase he needed to intervene, of course..