Blackwater wasn't too far away, and Abigail had been on John's ass the past few days for him to go and get supplies, so he went by himself, he didn't even take his horse. He needed some fresh air and a nice walk. As he began to walk around the city, mostly just looking at a few things as he made his way towards the shop he needed to go to, he bumped into someone. He had been so focused on looking around that he didn't see them coming.

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

He helped the other person up, picked up a thing they were holding, and held it towards them before he felt a bit of recognition when he looked at them. He held eye contact for a few seconds longer than was deemed necessary, before looking away and apologizing under his breath again. Now it was a bit awkward, but he was sure he knew them from somewhere, maybe from the gang 11 years ago, a bar?