[What's it to you? She almost says it, it's on the tip of her tongue. It doesn't take much to resort to sarcasm and attitude. It hides the fear.
But. Instead, she swallows. There's something that's-- weirdly calming about his presence. Something known. So maybe she doesn't know his real name, or where he's from or why he's out here, but his reasons for giving a pseudonym, for being out in the bush far away from all the others... those she can understand, or at least ascribe meaning to. It makes him familiar.
She'd trust someone like that over someone who's never even held a gun any day. That's probably fucked up, she'll try not to examine that too closely.]
I've got a bow. It came with me. [A pause. Then, more sharply,] And I know how to use it, too, so you can cut any bullshit about it.
poor clark, you're going to give the guy a complex
But. Instead, she swallows. There's something that's-- weirdly calming about his presence. Something known. So maybe she doesn't know his real name, or where he's from or why he's out here, but his reasons for giving a pseudonym, for being out in the bush far away from all the others... those she can understand, or at least ascribe meaning to. It makes him familiar.
She'd trust someone like that over someone who's never even held a gun any day. That's probably fucked up, she'll try not to examine that too closely.]
I've got a bow. It came with me. [A pause. Then, more sharply,] And I know how to use it, too, so you can cut any bullshit about it.