Savage really wasn't a good person to take orders. Especially from some tiny snot nosed kid. Or even someone who just thought they had an appropriate control of him. Savage had been a loose cannon since the things developed in his world after the pulse, and he found some refuge, and a woman he could follow.
Then some bitch, though he'd jump because she said so. The fat chance on that. So when he was instructed on being on some bullshit guard duty, Savage blew it of. Where he was found was seated somewhere a tad comfortable, and cleaning the parts to his pistol. So the words were heard, but mostly ignored.
Carefully, because the pistol had enough inner workings, that if she caused the parts to go missing, he'd have to kill her. "Ordered?" Savage spoke with a very condescending tone to his voice. The look on her face was far to precious. She'd be worthy of a fuck, if she didn't think she could control him. "You really thought that I would do as you're told? Because if you did..." There was shake to Savage's head. "Yeah. Fucking. Right." He waved his hand, dismissing her. "Get out of my face.