"Well, I certainly don't like to brag – I've never had trouble with the ladies." Art didn't bother biting back the cheeky smile that curled across her lips as she gave a nod. “With a face like that, I'd think you were lying if you said you did.” It wasn't completely outlandish for the two to flirt, but that was pretty much all it was. She liked to think that the two of them were friends even though it wasn't uncommon for him to find her optimism annoying every now and again. It was harder to annoy her though. She didn't even really get mad – Ever. Like Cyan and Raz, she did her best to adapt to the apocalypse without going mad and turning into an uber jerk. Not that she thought Nate was a jerk. Nate was always pretty nice to her most of the time.
But that's all depressing to think about. Jeez – He had only asked her if she'd been to North Carolina – No need to reflect back on her entire life just yet. So yeah, she confirmed that she had been there while hinting at bits of her past, having never really discussed it with Nate before. Cyan, on the other hand, knew more about her. Raz did too. Because they tended to often hide out in her Rogue, one of the tents, or out in the woods to get in some game time. They were heroes, those gamers. Saving their world from zombies, Hyrule from Ganandorf, Disney Worlds from Heartless, and pokémon worldwide from the various crime syndicates. They went above and beyond the call of duty and asked for nothing in return. Truly, the world had been left in good hands.
She was about to say something, offer to head out on an early morning hunt with him, but she felt someone brush against her arm and Nate followed with greeting the person in unison with Kela barking. She turned to see Cyan there, offering her second hug of the day and her usual friendly smile. “Welcome to the party.” She had picked a somewhat dull red apple from the basket that was now sitting on the ground, biting into it. It tasted like a green apple, but it was still juicy and crunchy so she couldn't complain. With winter already on their tails, she couldn't be picky with her choice of fruits and vegetables available as long as they weren't rotten. She noticed that Cyan had snagged an orange and wondered for a moment if he hadn't wanted to be seen. “So – How'd you boys sleep?” She moved so that she wasn't standing between them, opting to instead sit on the ground beside Kela. There wasn't much left to toss onto the dying fire, but she managed to work up a nice small roaring fire that was good for cooking small things and certainly keeping her small hands warm.