Arlo didn't look up. Another fuckin' woman here to piss him off and give him all her bullshit. He did not give a flying fuck about any of these people. He worried about a handful - Payne, Olivia - but he told himself it was only because he didn't want the bother of cleaning up their corpses.
"It fuckin' existed. What happened to make you such a nosy fuck?" He spat the words with about as much grouch as it was possible for someone to have, and his Texan accent did nothing to soften the blunt edges. She could have that sarcastic tone as much as she wanted. Arlo was far from the mood for playing along.