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Cordelia Chase takes crap from no one. (thisismyofframp) wrote in colligo_threads,

As the guy responded, Cordelia realized several things at once. The first was that he clearly was every bit as redneck as he had seemed over the network. The second was that he definitely was someone who was used to dealing with high stress situations. And the third was that he, as much as she would not admit such a thing even under threat of torture and death, was not as bad looking as she had automatically considered him to be. Of course, if she'd bothered to look at the small picture in his post - really look, that is - she would have realized the last one without having to meet him face to face. However Cordelia had been annoyed at the time, with that annoyance starting to give way to anger quickly, so she hadn't really looked. She'd simply read what he'd typed, responded, then put the entire conversation as far from her mind as she could manage.

Now, though, she was meeting the guy in the flesh and he didn't seem nearly as rude or hostile as he'd seemed over the PDA. That said something. Especially to a woman who was all but known amongst her group of friends as the one who spoke her mind, no matter what, whether in person, over the phone, or possibly even via smoke signals. Whatever the media being used, Cordelia didn't mince words, that much was a given. And although this guy was a little less hostile in person, she had to give him credit for not having backed down from her over the network. Not many could make the same claim, really.

Glancing toward one of the demons when he commented on her having hit her target, she gave a slight shrug. "Yeah, well, the heart is one of the first places I learned to hit," she admitted as she looked back to him. "I mean, most of the things I deal with back home, a heart shot tends to be the best way to drop them. It's not always permanent, of course, but it'll at least slow them down."

She thought for a second about his admission about his own crossbow. Truth be told, Cordelia was struggling with exactly how to handle the situation she was faced with. On one hand, she didn't know the guy, at all. She also wasn't sure if she liked him or could trust him. On the other, however, Colligo had a bad habit of going crazy from time to time and she didn't like the thought of him wandering around without a weapon he was familiar using.

"So, my name is Cordelia," she introduced herself firstly, still weighing the pros and cons of her decision. "I can't really remember if I introduced myself when we met the other day over the network, so now you know." Another pause, and a quick glance to make sure the demons were well and truly dead, and she finally looked back to him with her mind made up.

"And if you want a crossbow, I can get you one. I know a guy that runs a shop a few blocks from here. He owes me a favor." She paused and snorted softly. "Well," she admitted, "he actually owes me his life. So I'm pretty sure he'd be willing to hand over a crossbow and some ammo without a problem." Frankly, she wouldn't be surprised if he turned her down. Some guys had issue accepting help from a female. Others had problems allowing someone to simply help them out when they were in a bind. She hoped, for his sake, that he wasn't one of those types though.