Paige Elisabeth Guthrie (country_mouse) wrote in no_good_deed, |
Kid? Paige blinked and her brows furrowed. She may only be twenty-two, but if they were talking life, well... Paige hadn't been a kid in a long time. Not since she was ten and had to help her mother take up the mantle at home. When there were younger children to worry about and a farm to keep running, a girl like her didn't necessarily have a childhood. It was just the way life was and Paige had made her peace with it a long time ago. But still, she hated being called a kid.
"Paige Guthrie. An' I said I'd heard of you... no one really sat down and told me your life story." She smirked, unable to help herself for the moment, and brought the bottle back to her lips once more. "I mean, for all I know you could be some twisted Roderick Usher type. And I could be your prey. Fair warning... I don't make great prey." It was probably better to put that warning out now just in case. That way, no one could exactly say she didn't warn him. Then again... no one warned her... and that was probably worse.
Glancing down at her watch, she looked back up at Logan and then stared, unseeing, at the ceiling as she worked out her scheduling in her head. Everything from the time she could spend running, to the end of her training and the rest of her homework. So much to do and so little time to do it in.