charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
Charlie nodded, quiet for a moment. "Thanks," she said eventually, before opening the back of the Durango, rooting through their gear until she located her small pack of spare clothing, shrugging off her now-damaged jacket to replace it with a green hoodie. Not nearly as warm overall, but at least her scratched shoulder wasn't exposed. "And uh, for the rescue." She said after a moment, shifting awkwardly. Charlie wasn't very good at niceties like apologies, especially when she wasn't quite sure if she meant them. "Though I'm pretty sure liquefying the fucking thing's head with a log was a little bit of overkill." Not that she minded overkill; she was guilty of it herself if she was pissed off enough.
"Sure, why the fuck not?" She shrugged at his offer, glad for any distraction from her awkward apologies and how she'd been stupid enough to get caught off-guard by a leaper.
Hotwiring, as it turned out, was simpler than Charlie thought; and she was glad for the chance to drive. It had been forever since she'd driven; the narrow streets of Boston hadn't had a chance once the apocalypse hit and New York wasn't much better. Her mood had brightened considerably as the altitude began to climb as they drove. Mountains always reminded her of home, between The High Peaks, Baxter State Park, Bigelow Range, and her family's frequent trips into the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
"Look at that view," Charlie commented with a glance out the window at a particularly scenic vista, letting out a low, appreciative whistle.