As grumpy as most old men seemed to be, their survival rates amongst the living she encountered were completely nonexistent. She was fully prepared never to see her grandfather again at the best, and ready to put a bullet through his skull at the worst.
Luck would have it that Mabel had her old banjo safely in the passenger seat of her truck, but she wasn't about to go grab it or offer to play him anything, carefully avoiding making any plans or promises beyond the moment. Already aware that she was warming up to him a lot quicker than she would have preferred (which wasn't at all), Mabel caught herself returning his smile and quickly transformed it into an unfriendly grimace.
"Especially not the children," she confessed, poking distractedly at the buttons of the signal-less televisions, not sure what she expected to happen but there certainly were no broadcasts to be received. The noise from the tv falling to the floor caused her to look up with a surprised jerk of her head, but not enough to cause too much alarm. These days it was easy to understand the pent-up frustration that led to pointlessly destructive behaviour, more than guilty of it herself. "More mouths to feed and nothing in return." Grabbing a DVD off a nearby display, not bothering to check the title, Mabel clawed at the plastic covering to get it open, using her teeth when that wasn't proving successful. "I never wanted kids of my own, and I'm not about to start toting around somebody else's, that's for damn- fuck this thing." Not like she wanted to see a movie that badly anyway, more curious how they looked on such obnoxiously large screens.
"Not yet, I hadn't. I think that's next I'm passing through unless my map's lying again. Anything there supposed to be worth seeing?"