[No arguing with that. She gets up and comes warily around the fire and ends up seated on a rock roughly that distance away from him. She still hasn't put the gun away, but she figures if it hasn't bothered him by now it probably won't. She's not going to apologize for looking after her own safety. Maybe if he was just... some normal guy from some normal world, she'd have put it away against her better judgement and instincts. But he isn't. She doesn't have to pretend she isn't either.
She watches with interest, though. His comfort with a knife is obvious. She's been using one as long as she can remember, and she can't make cuts that clean.]
So... [presumably, she can just learn from watching. Which means.] How've you been? Any luck with that shower?
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She watches with interest, though. His comfort with a knife is obvious. She's been using one as long as she can remember, and she can't make cuts that clean.]
So... [presumably, she can just learn from watching. Which means.] How've you been? Any luck with that shower?
[She's hilarious.]