An eyebrow quirked when Allie noticed that Ollie was smiling, before descending back into a frown. He wasn't taking this seriously enough. He was tipsy, true, but that was exactly the point. Come morning, he'd be wishing he'd listened to her about not going out. Optimist or not, Allie knew a stupid idea when she heard one.
Moving around from place to place logically should've meant that Allie had plenty of acquaintances she could call friends, but logic had been flung out the window the moment the first zombie shuffled out into the sunlight. People were more guarded now, unwilling to put their trust in trespassers, despite being within the confines of a safehouse. It was the guiding reason that Allie actually preferred the smaller buildings. There were fewer disputes over spacial issues and supplies, at least. Making friends just wasn't as easy as it used to be.
"Bless that tech guy who gave us back the internet," she mused, mirroring her brother's half-smile. "Making it once again possible for people to exchange drag queen photos via cell phone." The smile remained frozen in place as Ollie described the friend he'd spent the night with. "Either that, or she just didn't trust you enough," she said, voicing Ollie's unspoken thoughts. "Which is understandable. Can't have rapists and burglars knowing where you sleep."
Ollie proclaimed his new life's mission, and Allie covered her mouth with her hands as she laughed. It didn't do much to muffle the sound, but it was the most she was willing to compromise. Childhood memories from the Andrada household were always laugh-worthy. "I suppose I could settle for having you as my kickass drag queen BFF. Does this mean I'd have to Ollify myself again?"
She lightly smacked the arm that nudged hers. "You'd better doubt it," she countered, unable to keep her smile from breaking through her mock frown. "It's one of the least dignified ways of winning an argument, and I wouldn't lower myself to that level, even for you, dearest brother."
A rainbow of colors assailed her vision then, and Allie gasped, eyes widening. All of her prior anger fled to the back of her mind as she reached out to take the scarf, the cool fabric slipping over her skin. Ollie's ability to hone in on the best treasures never failed to amaze her. Gripping the fabric in both hands, Allie wrapped the scarf around her neck, mesmerized by all the colors. "It's so beautiful!" She said.
Allie looked at him, her smile fading to a more reserved level. As wonderful as the gift was, it wasn't enough to make her forget about what had happened. Ollie wanted to appease her; she'd caught on to his game long ago. Whenever he did something she didn't like, he'd always try to distract her by giving her something nice. And Allie went along with it, because, while he liked it the least when they argued? She still hated it, too, and if it meant she got something beautiful like this scarf out of his guilt? All the better for her.
She untucked her hair from beneath the scarf, her attention returning to her brother's wounds. "We should get you some Band-Aids or something," she suggested.