The idea of setting on the jail with explosives and all the rest was enough to make Bunny glance away, her eyes flickering to the sight of the camp outside one of the windows before they came back to Nate's face again. She had so hoped the Dog Park would be a place of refuge, that once she and Nate were out of the Capitol they could settle down and make something better for themselves. But Austin was a bog of conflict and hostility, threatening to drag all of them under. Most of the time she pushed her distress away, ignoring it, bottling it up like a trapping a spider under a paper cup, but her worries wouldn't wither up and die if she just waited long enough. Seemed like they grew instead.
"I would help you, if you needed an extra pair of hands, or some legs to carry for you while you're still recovering. I know it's important work." Bunny hesitated, her clear, earnest expression clouding over for a moment. If Nate had learned her tells half as well as she knew his, he would recognize the wavering for what it was: fear. The words that followed only added more proof of the direction her thoughts traveled. "Are you planning to go with them? If they attack La Quinta? Is that part of what you're trying to document?"
While she awaited Nate's answer, her free hand fiddled with the hem of her sweater, fingers seeking out one of the buttons that lay -- because of the way she wore it -- on the inside of the garment. Her thumb pressed into the surface of the button, counting each of the holes that passed through it. Four holes was supposedly lucky, or so her mother had told her a long time ago, but at that moment all she could think of were her four lost brothers.