Climb a tree? Seriously? Savage just watched the girl for a moment, and then lost it. He started laughing. A laugh that did not compare to the way his stare was, or his demeanor. Some how, it was like a spike right through him that hit a previous chord of his past. A happier time.
"You're fucking shitting me." Savage said as he looked the tree up and down, that was her choice. Not a bad choice, but with weak branches he wasn't sure how good it would go.
He held his hand out. "I'll hold your bag. You climb." He gave her a look. "No I'm going to take your shit. I have my own shit. I don't need your shitty shit."