You were in your shop, organizing your items for the next batch of Expendables to come through and probably buy some stuff. As long as they had the data for it, that is. What you didn’t expect, is a lone expendable to come through the entrance (vent) to your shop, seeming like they’d just ran a mile. They had left the rest of their group behind, clearly.

Oh! You know this expendable! You’ve came across them before, many times. They seemed to be stuck in a loop. No matter how many times they died down here, they’d always come back. You felt a little bad for them, but you couldn’t exactly do anything to help, so you just made their runs a little more bearable for them by giving small discounts on items they’d need at the time. Injured? Medkits were now 50% off. No light source? Flashlights were 10 data instead of 50.

They gave you a small smile, running a grey hand through their grey hair to brush off their exhaustion.

“Hey, Ash. You uh..got some medkits? My arm is bleeding heavily from an Angler…”