Listening, Teagan sips her drink. Then she assesses the kid in front of her. It's a simple glance from table top to forehead.
"Your friend sounds like a smart cookie." she answers, "You don't know anything about fighting?" That is concerning. Especially since there's little left to do but fight. What if something had happened to her father, or the taller woman. Honestly the smaller one didn't look as if she could kick a dog, never mind fighting off a raider or a runner.
If Dugger had gotten to this little girl?
The thoughts are all internal, even if she clicks her tongue thinking. "You ever shot a gun before?"