you spot Jim in a shop, alone and looking for anything that he can live off of. he has a gun in his hand, something that may be useful to you.

you walk over to him, limping and pretending to struggle with walking. “please, please help me…” you say desperately, cringing at your damsel in distress act.

Jim is relieved to see another human and he immediately goes to try and help you. “what happened to you? what’s your name?” he asks with worry.