Re: Hell's Kitchen, Marvel, Clem & Matt
[She'd already figured his hearing was better than hers. Some kind of compensating, she reckoned, and she wasn't the kind to go questioning things staring her dead in the face, even if they couldn't see her worth a lick. Zombies taught her weren't no point in thinking the world was what it had been once, and best to take everything came at her calm. That was new thinking, and it had come with a daddy dead on her bed, aging and finding self again. She just waited, watching him limp on back, waiting patient in a way she hadn't ever been when young.
He sat, and she turned her head and watched his wincing, noting careful and looking for any twinges that seemed to be coming wrong, radiating wrong. She wasn't a doctor. She couldn't help him with any diseases or health conditions that went chronic, but she could see dying from injury from the corner of her eye, and she was glad she wasn't seeing it any in this room.
He groaned, and he said something that didn't make a whole lot of sense to her Savannah ear.] That mean fuck, sugar? [Felt like it did, and her smile went more sure. Any man that could curse, that was a man that wasn't nearing his grave.]
Was a fire. Smelled chemical, and bunch of soldiers with it, storming this building. Ain't got any idea why, but seems there was a big old matching fight near Washington, which is a few hours off. Figure they were after something, and I sure hope they didn't get to it. [She shook her head when he asked about Marauders, and she didn't jerk when his hand rose. She took his fingers instead, and she moved them easy to the white on her forehead, figuring it was better for him to get a sense of things by touching.] Human folk. Nothing from the sky. Just real bad people. Normal folks, just bad ones.