She smiles back at Rabbit, snapping him a casual half-salute. "Not a bad place to start, Rabbit." A half-beat. "Eric."
A quiet reminder that she knows his name. She knows all of them now, except for Preacher. But Preacher is hard enough to understand at the best of times. She's never met anyone as quiet as he is. But he'll let it slip eventually. All she needs to do is be patient.
Her smile twists into something a little more sardonic. "Jesus, where'd you even find that stuff?" Probably from the National Guard. Nowhere in the city is going to have much decent alcohol left months after society fell apart. Very few places are going to have bad alcohol left. It's more useful as Molotov fuel or for bartering now.
Most things are.
She leans forward to look at Voodoo. "Brian, huh?" A chuckle. "Cute."
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Date: 2016-10-06 07:01 am (UTC)A quiet reminder that she knows his name. She knows all of them now, except for Preacher. But Preacher is hard enough to understand at the best of times. She's never met anyone as quiet as he is. But he'll let it slip eventually. All she needs to do is be patient.
Her smile twists into something a little more sardonic. "Jesus, where'd you even find that stuff?" Probably from the National Guard. Nowhere in the city is going to have much decent alcohol left months after society fell apart. Very few places are going to have bad alcohol left. It's more useful as Molotov fuel or for bartering now.
Most things are.
She leans forward to look at Voodoo. "Brian, huh?" A chuckle. "Cute."