Terry stepped back as Bo entered the doors. The man was tall, taller than even him, though it did not look like it with his heavier build and elder shoulders. Despite not being at work, Bo was still wearing his apron over his casual clothing. He looked like he hadn't changed his clothes for days, which was indeed the case. The legs of his pants were crumpled and stained from the high waters that one has to wade through in some areas. The apron was covered with mud and gunk along the bottom half, the top seemingly covered in what looked like splatter marks of blood that had long since dried up.