Apparently undead food connoisseur was hitting the nail on the head. Sure, they might be talking about the chance she could starve to death, but she can't help but be amused. "Seriously? Junk food? Instead of chips, you grab a little rat and crackers?"
Aw, man. Fuck. Forget that, she didn't even remember the last time she'd had chips. She'd been lucky as hell they'd ever found pad thai in that airport. Chances of that happening? Slim to never again, get used to it.
Sucked a hell of a lot. Maybe she'd luck out and find, like, a snake or something. She could nibble on the tail.
Maybe not. "Hey, I'll be fine." As much as she's a little -- okay, she admits it, she's a little touched by his concern -- it's still enough to get a little grating. What, he thinks she survived this long just because she had Daddy to take care of her? (She wants to not think about how that might be right.) She puts a hand on his knee, hoping it's a little comforting instead of creepy. Might be creepy. He would know.
She's not gonna think about how that's been happening a lot more lately. Seriously, where is Nora when she needs her? Nora'd be smart enough to smash some sense into her, having a. Whatever this is. With a zombie.
Shit, she should be smarter than this on her own.
"Come on. Let's move again." She pulls her hand away and stands up, not nearly as cramped by the lack of room. There's bags thrown on the floor, suitcases on the shelf above the seats, but they've all been obviously raided. Torn open with ties and sleeves hanging out of them like rotting guts. "Food's not gonna show up here if we hang around long enough. I'll even rat hunt."
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Aw, man. Fuck. Forget that, she didn't even remember the last time she'd had chips. She'd been lucky as hell they'd ever found pad thai in that airport. Chances of that happening? Slim to never again, get used to it.
Sucked a hell of a lot. Maybe she'd luck out and find, like, a snake or something. She could nibble on the tail.
Maybe not. "Hey, I'll be fine." As much as she's a little -- okay, she admits it, she's a little touched by his concern -- it's still enough to get a little grating. What, he thinks she survived this long just because she had Daddy to take care of her? (She wants to not think about how that might be right.) She puts a hand on his knee, hoping it's a little comforting instead of creepy. Might be creepy. He would know.
She's not gonna think about how that's been happening a lot more lately. Seriously, where is Nora when she needs her? Nora'd be smart enough to smash some sense into her, having a. Whatever this is. With a zombie.
Shit, she should be smarter than this on her own.
"Come on. Let's move again." She pulls her hand away and stands up, not nearly as cramped by the lack of room. There's bags thrown on the floor, suitcases on the shelf above the seats, but they've all been obviously raided. Torn open with ties and sleeves hanging out of them like rotting guts. "Food's not gonna show up here if we hang around long enough. I'll even rat hunt."