She snorted. “What, too lazy to walk thirty minutes? Why waste the fuel if it’s within walking distance?” She gave it some thought, the benefits of bringing the balloon here versus the trouble it would be to bring it here. “I hadn’t really thought much about bringing it back here.” Although perhaps she should have, if her intention was to put the balloon to use. Not everyone liked being out among the zombies, even if she hadn’t encountered too many in that open field. “But I do think aerial shots would be beneficial, wherever they may be taken.”
“Who’s to say it’d even be a one time thing, if she was pissed enough?” Mya used her bottle to point at him before taking another sip. “Don’t ruin your chances with the freebie, man.” She laughed. “Well, at least you learn from your mistakes. Eventually.”
It was painful having to listen to what’s-her-face fawn over Piers in the most ingratiating way. There was flirting and then there was desperation. This smacked of the latter. “If she remembers anything you told her,” Mya replied, grinning. “For all you know, that could be her signature move. Pretend to be clueless and work her charms whenever someone offers to help her out. Good technique, though it does make her look like an idiot.”
“Uh-huh. Probably more than a little.” She crossed her legs at the knee and gave him a sly sideways look. “Used to know a lot of people who had the hots for the military type.” Her expression brightened with amusement as she listened to his idea for putting the nickel on a chain. “I like it. You should proudly wear that good luck charm next to those tags. Fashion statements like that were always better than diamonds anyway.”