“You can say that again,” Bree rumbled in response to not everyone ends up here in one piece. She thought about how ragged she felt right now, how she’d run across country only to sort of end up tracking back to the same side she’d been on the first time. She hoped that it had been enough to hide her tracks. One hand lifting out of her pocket to curl around the pendant she wore, wondering if she’d ever stop reaching for it as a security blanket.
She cleared her throat, “Bree,” she offered a second later. “But I figure you already knew that?” She glanced over, “Soda’s fine, if you’ve got one, please?”
There was no reason for her to be impolite. “What makes you wanna take in the strays? What’s in it for you?” Because in Bree’s experience, nobody did anything for free. Everything had a price and she’d rather know upfront than find out too late.