Hob shuffled around the small town, lost in thought. He wasn't quite why he was still here. Oh, except he'd forgotten where his lab was again, and it was probably a good idea to stick around until it was certain May? - Ma? - wotsername was going to be ok after getting shot in the face. He wasn't entirely sure when that had happened, but that was more down to so many things happening at once that night rather than his agonizingly unreliable memory.
It was strange what he did and didn't remember. Like his skills and knowledge as a chemist, that was all pretty clear. Paloma used to call him Heisenberg sometimes, but why was a complete blank.
Now where had that thought come from?
Hob remembered he thought Paloma had been here the other night, but it wasn't actually her. Just some woman with a clipboard doing a lot of talking about things he didn't understand.
Hob knew he had a lab somewhere out there, and that sometimes strange, scary people turned up to give him supplies, generally in exchange for the drugs he manufactured. He knew he must have made an arrangement with them at some point, but again he couldn't remember the details. But perhaps he should stick around here, see about moving his equipment closer. The clinic here could certainly use medical supplies that he knew how to produce, and there were plenty of other items he could make to trade with the locals as well. Soap, for example. Certainy plenty of folks around here could use that.
Hob decided he'd wait and see, if the townsfolk were a little friendlier maybe he'd stay on. That Sosa had been all right, had kept his promise to pass on to the doctor / mayor the drugs he'd traded. It was a little worrying later though when he'd so blatantly lied about what happened to that friend of his, the one he claimed had "fallen" and hit her head. But he must have had his reasons, and things were extremely confusing that night after all.
Shrugging, Hob decided he needed a drink and headed for the bar. The girl tending bar - Lola was it? - had been nice, and she had a certain way of standing that reminded him of someone.