She's a little surprised at Maddy's -- not efficiency or skill. That, she sort of expected, with their group kitted out the way they were and them being able to run on hand signals. Her approach, maybe? Willingness? It's not as if Ryder isn't armed herself, but -- well. She had asked them to help retrieve her partner. It wouldn't be a stretch for them to believe she isn't capable. At least it means she can focus her efforts on looking.
Was that...?]
Huh?
[She's a little surprised to have the other girl speaking again. A beat later when the question registers, she can't help the scowl that settles into place. Man, survivors are assholes. Maybe not these guys -- that's still to be determined -- but the fact that she keeps being asked this? Do people lie that much? Of course they do.]
M'serious. [This is miserable. How is she supposed to convince this girl while she's also trying to cook up an excuse to make her keep some distance?] Um, he... Th-there were others ssssurvivors. Went t'hospital. Dunno what they grabbed, or -- if they got out. E-ever went in. I dunno. W-we'll look, though. Get -- much as we can, of what you need. Y-you'd just -- shoot us. If I lied.
[Okay. That's definitely a body in that car so she's praying it's him! A little jog and a flood of relief where she cheers his name later, she's wheeling to face Maddy again.]
So, um. Um. [Good god. She's going to die.] We were kinda. Um. Interrupted. [Fuck her life... She starts to slip an arm out of her borrowed coat.] But it looks -- like he grabbed my, um. Grabbedmybra, s-so would you mind -- little space? While, uh, I change in the car?
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She's a little surprised at Maddy's -- not efficiency or skill. That, she sort of expected, with their group kitted out the way they were and them being able to run on hand signals. Her approach, maybe? Willingness? It's not as if Ryder isn't armed herself, but -- well. She had asked them to help retrieve her partner. It wouldn't be a stretch for them to believe she isn't capable. At least it means she can focus her efforts on looking.
Was that...?]
Huh?
[She's a little surprised to have the other girl speaking again. A beat later when the question registers, she can't help the scowl that settles into place. Man, survivors are assholes. Maybe not these guys -- that's still to be determined -- but the fact that she keeps being asked this? Do people lie that much? Of course they do.]
M'serious. [This is miserable. How is she supposed to convince this girl while she's also trying to cook up an excuse to make her keep some distance?] Um, he... Th-there were others ssssurvivors. Went t'hospital. Dunno what they grabbed, or -- if they got out. E-ever went in. I dunno. W-we'll look, though. Get -- much as we can, of what you need. Y-you'd just -- shoot us. If I lied.
[Okay. That's definitely a body in that car so she's praying it's him! A little jog and a flood of relief where she cheers his name later, she's wheeling to face Maddy again.]
So, um. Um. [Good god. She's going to die.] We were kinda. Um. Interrupted. [Fuck her life... She starts to slip an arm out of her borrowed coat.] But it looks -- like he grabbed my, um. Grabbedmybra, s-so would you mind -- little space? While, uh, I change in the car?