Much like Steve, Angeline went to the market for supplies. She didn't have to worry about food as much as some, because she and Jill were friends with people who could get them that. What they needed were other supplies, like cloth and chemicals. She and Jill had gotten pretty good at turning the cloth into really good bandages, and others were good at making medicines that people needed.
Which meant that tonight, she got a front row seat to Captain fucking America leaving the middle guy practically dead.
"If you kill them, you'll have to get those supplies yourself, you know that, right?" She was sure he did, but she felt the need to point it out. "And not a lot of people want to deal with you."