| Ryan Lockten |
She watched Sam, as he got ready to sew up her finger. "You guys been down here long?" She was waiting to see just how long it was going to take the man to find out she wasn't going to feel the needled. No Pain. A curse specialized just for her. If she could keep them talking then they wouldn't notice, or just consider her a tough bastard. Explaining and trying to make people even remotely comprehend was an impossible feat that she didn't want to have anything to do with right now. Finding out if these guys had stable living area, food, water, and whatever else was an essential at the moment. The idea of bartering ammunition for food made her stomach twist, a last resort that she never wanted to stoop to.