Betty grinned, making a show of retracting her bow and blowing on the tip of it, giving David a wink as she set it down to rest under her legs.
"As long as you're not our dear old Sheriff, which I know you're not, you have nothing to fear! One day though. One day we'll get him." The last part was almost muttered though it had a carefully placed comedic edge to it, because in reality, Betty had become almost as obsessed with catching the Sheriff as Robin always had been. Ever since that one fateful night at Skin, she'd taken to his search for the sheriff like a dog to a mythical bone. She couldn't explain it, but she wanted it bad. She tried her best to keep that close to the chest though, Robin thought it wouldn't do to be too obvious about it.
Old habits really did die hard with those two, it seemed. Watching the show hadn't been helping with those feelings either, Betty was now getting regularly worked up about it. The Sheriff and Guy. Stupid, fucking Guy of Gisbourne who she hated with a passion that could possibly rival Robin's.
"No dead bodies on this trip, cross my heart!" She turned briefly to raise an eyebrow at Charlotte and smirked. "Better keep that thing book marked, don't think I can't see what you're doing!" With a flip of her long hair she toppled herself over sideways to lean over and drag their cooler closer to her to grab more beers. "Who wants one?!"