Re: Savannah and Clay
Savannah frowned. "Well, I haven't been to your charming, but I don't think it could be better." She looked at his vest and then back up at him. "They told us about the Sons of Anarchy. I'm sorry, but you didn't sound like nice people. In fact, it sounds so much better than they stopped doing what they were doing. Maybe all of those people weren't dead because you weren't shooting and killing each other, and that makes it a lot nicer here, not that it matters, since you won't kill anyone anymore," she finished with a grin. "And no, I haven't been back to Memphis, but this is really home. No one I know is in Memphis, just people that look like them. All the people I know, family and friends are on this base."
She smiled. "I like that, making do," she explained. "Not hurting people to make do."
The thrill that came every time people mentioned the ring was there, and she grinned. "Thank you, and I'll speak to... Gemma, right?" Not that she wanted help from her. She didn't exactly look very classy, and Savannah was going for classy, not white trash.