charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
Charlie used the time to try and distance herself from... whatever it was she'd been feeling. There was no reason for her to feel any sort of attachment to him, despite whatever she'd said while drunk. She'd been drunk,for fuck's sake, and couldn't be held responsible for what had been said or what she'd done. And okay, maybe she enjoyed his company a little bit, but that didn't mean anything, did it? It was the goddamn apocalypse. People died daily, and the streets were infested by flesh-eating monsters. This was no time for feelings.
"Yeah." She nodded, in answer to his question, flicking the last of her cigarette away. Her crossbow was placed carefully into the back seat as she climbed in, and once she'd settled herself, her pistol was laid on her lap. "Let's get the hell out of here." Charlie was relieved that Rodeo let their little argument drop, but her mind wasn't set as ease so quickly. Why did it bother her so much that she'd upset him?
After a long, uncomfortable silence, Charlie turned to him with a furrowed brow. "So I'm not too keen on fucking words, but what the hell? I mean, I admit, I might have been pushing your buttons a little, but if you can't fuckin' take it, don't dish it out, all right?"
Having said her peace, she sat back into her seat. If she was going to be spending an entire trip with someone, the air damn well better be clear.