A quirked eyebrow is Bishop’s only response to her words. He didn’t necessarily live his life in fear, but, he had a healthy respect for it and realized there were times when being hesitant of something could be the difference between someone living and someone dying. The Hellhounds wasn’t about to go getting into that debate with a teenager though, if she didn’t have much fear, well, he wasn’t about to try and convince her in the short time they’d be together that she should give being afraid a second look.
“You say you think people are stagnated now, how exactly would you go about moving things forward and getting unstuck?” Bishop wasn’t saying he disagreed with her opinion of Austin and it’s residence. In truth, he was of the opinion that people were doing what needed to be done to survive. Which, for a long time was all any of them could hope for between the geeks, the blister gas and the blob rain.
Shifting on the counter, Bishop fished a pack of cigarettes out of an inner pocket in his cut, lighting one up and offering the pack to Sepphy in a wordless offer. “I ain’t saying you’re wrong in your assessment, but, way I see it I don’t think any of the groups of people scattered around Austin would say they’re just sitting on their asses,” he began. “Talk of a new world order, of everyone working together to reshape things is a real lofty idea, so tell me darlin’, what would you do to start walking down that path?” True to what he had originally said, Bishop was here to listen, not to weigh in with his own opinions.