"Give me a reason to." The blonde spit back, lip curling. Teagan didn't put the weapon down. She didn't trust this animal. Not at all. There was no way she was going to give it the benefit of the doubt. Teagan's trigger finger was steady enough, steady enough for a rat.
Pinky was picking up other comics. "Fuck...Thor." he said, nodding approvingly as he curled that one up too.
The suck thing about comics though was...the artists weren't around to finish the stories. This was a store of cliffhangers. In her estimation it was probably the worst thing you could get yourself into.
Teagan was not distracted by color and print. Her soul reason for coming along was to make sure Rodeo and Sarge went home safe.