Snippet #1887612

Trinity Faith Morain

Trinity snickered at Briggs as he snatched his pistol out of her hand. She listened to what he had to say, walking lazily next to him while Avalon tried to catch some rat of to the side of them. She was slightly angered that he seemed to be making fun of her, so she turned to face him and stood on her toes to get a better look at his face. She poked a finger at his chest and furrowed her brow. "First, I ain't conniving. I'm simply," Trinity paused, waving her hand, looking for the right word, "crafty." She stopped her hand motion and gave him another poke to the chest. "And second, I don't 'latch'. I work for my captain." Trinity rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile that played on her face. She stepped back down to be her normal height and looked over at Isabel. Trinity's look was less of one of anger, and more of a tired yet cautious look. She sighed heavily. "Look, doll, I'll work for ya, but I ain't takin' orders like that damn Sterlin' made me take."