What was she doing?! Part of him knew that he should be annoyed at the woman for robbing the dead, but really he couldn’t blame her in the least for doing it. “There is an us,” he replied shortly as his temper frayed slowly still more. “Because between us we killed a half dozen men. Those half dozen likely have friends that aren’t going to look to kindly at me and my moment of insanity when I decided to go to the rescue of you’re rain-soaked arse.”, he almost regretted helping this woman. Like the fates were once again pointing and laughing at him whenever he tried to go and play hero.
He reached out to help steady her step without thinking as she seemed to be about to fall. Good sence caught up with impulse quickly though and he retracted his hand quickly, least he get it stabbed. He’d been stabbed quite enough for one day all things considered.
“Would you keep your bloody voice down! You’ll get us shot!”, he returned and despite himself his own voice was starting to raise as well. “Maker’s breath woman, you really do want to die today don’t you!”, he grumbled as he glared back towards her.
The finger was pointed at him and his eyes almost crossed as he stared at it in disbelief for a moment before reaching up to bat it aside. “Like I’d want to go home with you! I was just trying to help, why can’t you just accept that and move on! You’re as fickle as a cat! Would you rather me just have left you to get gutted?!”