Stone simply nodded at that—she could understand the desperate need to save every coin she had. The young woman dropped the subject in favor of a lighter one—about the grenade—and at Nate’s response, she shrugged. “Sticky goop would be more fun,” Stone teased slightly, though knowing its true purpose made her a bit uneasy. What if she set it off on herself? Then she had to stop and think, ‘No, you idiot, you’re not that stupid. Stupid enough not to know a goop-dispenser from a gas-shooter, but not stupid enough to pull the trigger on something harmful.’
Somehow, the thief doubted that anyone would be interested in two kids scavenging in the garbage, but what the hell? Stranger things have happened. “I’ll do my best,” she affirmed.