Babylon tensed up for a moment when Gar spoke with such fierceness. She knew it wasn't meant for her, but it was fearsome to see anyway. He believed him too, when he said he'd gut them. Somehow, Babs failed to feel terribly sorry for the poor bastards. There was no telling what they would have done to her if they'd gotten her alone, if they attacked her in a tent full of people.
She giggled both at the hesitation and the mention of pussy juice. She found Gar's lack of self-censorship quite refreshing. "It's that one," she replied, her mood considerably brighter as she led them there. "Thank you, thank you!" Babs singsonged. "I'm in for a hot shower and a cup of tea. Wouldn't want to stink too much of pussy juice in case you decide to drop by later, you know," she finished with another giggle. She glanced over at Gar and winked at him. "Thanks, hon. Again. Can't say it enough."
Babylon pulled on Gar's arm and stood on tiptoe to try and give him a little peck on the cheek, if he'd let her. Then she would lock herself in her trailer until Marc came home (if he did at all) or someone came to visit, if they so wished.